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Hope for our sisters
Covered in endless dust and sand
A little child stood on that cursed land
There was a voice she longed to hear
Of a person her heart held dear
Oh, how she longed for the touch
Of that person who loved her very much
She searched on with unwavering gaze
With a heart long for love and a warm embrace.
Presently a voice she heard
And though pleasant as a singing bird
It caused her such a fear
It was not the one she wished to hear
She heard on that silent day
A group of children deep in play
Their voices carried along a joy
Which our little girl longed to enjoy.
Ages ago,she had a dream
So simple at that time it seemed
She dreamt of a life of fun and play
A life that chased her nothingness away
A life which would give her a new meaning
And make her a good human being
But this was a dream she could not see
For hers was a life that would not be.
When she was born, amidst all the noise
Crystal clear she heard a noise
A voice she had never heard before
A voice she would remember forever more
Her mother's voice, filled with pain
Begging her family to think again
But her family, cruel and wild
Killed her first born child.
The would-be father, without looking at his wife
Decided to end his daughter's life
The mother, sad and forlorn
Cried for her child who could not be born
But the child, though dead could not move on
Though the life in that tired body was gone
She was stuck in between
A world where she could not be seen
Nor heard, nor sensed, nor felt
Nor loved, nor touched, nor held
All due to her violent end
There was no one she could call a friend.
Suddenly something surprised us all
An event which did seem small
A little boy went up to the girl to say-
"My dear sister, come with me to play"
The little girl shook her head
And filled with despair she said
"Though I wish to know what it's like to play
I cannot come with you today."
Saying this the little girl cried
To which her brother replied:
"In life, there is no too big a pain
That cannot be set right again
Though the sun is hot, it's not hard to smile
And this sand is rough, so it may take a while
To get used to it and play
And have fun the whole day.
We children don't need to worry
We can play all day without hurry
We live in no pain, no sorrow
The world is our playground and we its tomorrow.
There is a God up there above
Who looks after us with care and love
In times of distress, do not fear
When you need him, he will always be near.
Unlike your parents, he doesn't care
If you are a boy or a girl, he shares
His gifts for us, all the same
And makes life for us, a little game."
Saying so, he led her away
To the grounds he used to play
She forgot her loneliness of before
And played with her saviour forever more.
This is the story of a little child
One of many of her kind
A story of sadness, tears and pain
One which recurs again and again
I take this moment to ask you
Think and reply what you feel is true
Does it matter if a child is a girl?
Aren't children all alike in this world?
God looks after all children as his own
But for us, this is seldom known
Today's times of violence and strife
Have destroyed the very meaning of our life.
Our values will continue to drift
Till we accept each child as God's gift
Only innocence and purity of heart
Can prevent our world from falling apart.
Today, let us all unite
Against such actions, let us fight
To protect all that is true
It requires the efforts of me and you.
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