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welcomed in the arms of an overaged,
beautified in her ceremonial robe.
Yet they watch’d the underaged,
captured by modern slavery,
deprived of her right forever…
H’r dignity is broken
exchang’d with a heavy token.
Will she breathe the air of freedom
when the old fool calls out for doom
renewed by her fresh blood…?
As the ears of our dictators are deafened,
so their skull-hearts are darkened.
Oh maker, listen to the cry of the underaged,
for she rots in slavery…
Written by: Joy Prisca
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
#WRRPoetry #ChildNotBride #ChildAbuse #WomenAbuse
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