Abusing Children

From being the family blending machine
Whose peppered fingers bears the mark
Of the fiery eyes of Sango
I swear, I was a victim
That trekked seven kilometers
When the sun had gone home
To fetch seven pots of water
From the river where humans dare do not dare to drink
Except the seven spirits with seven horns
Who are trained to torture children
In the land where their mothers cannot visit.
We are still dead from the hammer slaps
Still blind from the spray of powdered pepper
Still dumb from the threats and calls to silence.
These and many more are the lyrics of my songs

Bose