The Little Girl's God

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!

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