A Tale Untold

"God made people good but they have found all kinds of ways to be bad." [Ecc: 7:29]

This is to the baby who never saw day light, to the child who was found dead in a dustbin, to the young girl who never knew her childhood, to the woman who was battered in her own home . . .

Her little body began to take shape in the womb,
The wonders of the universe wrapped into this one tiny being,
The beat of her heart is proof of a life unborn;
But prejudice breaks through the walls of her precious home,
Tearing her flesh and crushing her newly formed bones,
Deception seeks this form armed to destroy;
This is a life whose tale remains untold.

Her birth was declared softly in hushed tones,
The perfect being crafted from above birthed upon earth,
The sound of her scream calms her mother’s birth pains;
But hatred overpowers the protective arms holding her close,
Snatched from the tender breasts that nurtures her body,
Denial is given the opportunity to devour;
This is a life whose tale remains untold.

Her gaze follows the young lads running to school,
The mysteries of knowledge lay hidden deep within her soul,
The breath in her nostrils brings new hope each day;
But lust snuffs the light within her and kills her spirit,
Bought at a price she’s made to pay a vile cost,
Darkness fights blatantly to bring disgrace;
This is a life whose tale remains untold.

Her tear filled eyes tell of haunting memories,
The heavenly fairy tale was designed to come true for her,
The life she had she willingly gave in love;
But betrayal shred the very home she sought to build,
Hounded and battered by the people she trusted,
Division in slow sedation is causing death;
This is a life whose tale remains untold.

Dear Mister God, this is @ina talking . . . Words are inadequate, tears seem insufficient and emotions just fleeting. Voices that will speak the truth, Hands that will build hope and feet that will stand in the gap, Oh! How they are the need of the hour.