A POEM TO:

Ayan Mohamed Jama AND Huriyo Ibrahim

SOMALI GIRLS EXECUTED by Islamist militia

 

Ayan, your lips have been ripped by famished dogs

your sweet nipples slashed

lay flawless on the desert of nothingness.

Amputated they cry tears of white silk

the soothing balm that feeds a thirsty godless land.

Your womb is fertile and dormant

“Allah is great” for you will not sprout more tongues

to insanity…thanks to the putrid puss they vomit

fertilizing ignorance and poverty.

Ayan Mohamed Jama rests now under her veil

She is free, for Ayan will no more wake to see

her God’s perfect body grow – in beauty and aroma,

a lily on a valley of thorns 

wasted, slandered, abused, amputated

scorned by the disciples of a devilish tempest

that whips the land under screams of mothers.

Ayan sees through the blindfolds

she sings and dances joining Huriyo Ibrahim

Sweet 15…

 

To all the girls that have been abused by religion, killed by the state, or by their fathers and brothers in the name of a God that doesn't exist.

FREE NOW YOU DANCE WITH ANGELS AND LOOK WITH LOVE UPON US!