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The little girl’s God, was not mine And so I thought, it was all so fine Someone even said, she’d bomb my land And so I held, they’d saved my band The cries I heard, were sure loud and insane Yet all seemed distant; the lust, the frenzy and the pain The little girl’s God, was not mine And so I thought, it was all so fine To my eyes bright, Nirbhaya sounded Hindu for sure On trained little ears, Asifa looked Muslim by all measure But Christian I was in all my line And so I thought, it was all so fine One even talked me through, not to wail this time For this was now the trending rhyme Politics, refugees and Pakistan on his vow And all just Vagina in love and war But then I turned, and my child walked by The line of Gods, they blurred in my eye The bad cries loud, sounded like the child of mine And the little girl’s God, was just as fine The little girl’s God, neither hers nor mine !