Lambs Sold to Wolves

War and it's violence has touched many lives with sorrow and poverty.

Her dark eyes reflect pain.
As a heroine, she labors silently.
Worth all agony for a healthy son.
But a female child brings shame.
Sons are needed in militant Islam.

Your lovely girl will be spit upon,
then torn painfully by a man at twelve.
She was born to breed.
There is no life with hope or joy.
Only rules she must heed.

Your beautiful little girl
must cover her face,
abomination, a shame.
No education, ignored abuse,
forever a stained female.

You cry bitter tears,
she is denied a true love.
To speak truth is a sin,
about fate of women.
Pray your daughter bears men.

I can understand how a woman,
giving birth to a girl,
could softly cover her mouth.
Then pray for forgiveness
until breath is no more.



By Kathie Stehr