Born out of the machinations of strangers
Forged for their selfish benefits,
A cluster of many personalities -
She’s been through it all,
The good, the bad and the inhumanely ugly
Yet she has stood strong,
Bounded by such unprecedented spirit of unity
Her existence has been threatened,
Over and over again.
She has been bled and drained of water and blood,
It seems like she hangs on a thread,
And she still stands.
I hear her agony and pain
It’s all over the news,
Her suffering is visible to the blind
And audible to the deaf…
Slavery and servitude, Wars and poverty,
Negligence and deceit, corruption and violence -
She’s seen it all
She cries for help every day!
How did I get here? Who will save me now?
When will the pain end? Does it ever stop?
For how long can I survive?
How much time do I have left,
Before life is snuffed out of me,
And everything in me.