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I AM ENTOMBED ALIVE

For My Suffering Afghan Sisters And All other Women Who Suffer The Same Plight

By
Zieba Shorish-Shamley

March 8, 2000
Think of what it's like, to be entombed alive
Darkness, abyss, no sight, how can I survive?
Coldness, fear and hunger, cannot cry or scream
Torment with no end, is this an awful dream?
Think of what its like, to face the saddest plight
Because of your gender, you cannot see the light
They made you non-being, shrouded and unseen
In causing pain and torture, they are very keen
Think of what it's like when enemy in rage
Burn all source of knowledge, every book, every page
Enforce their edicts, which are cruel and baseless
If you defy orders, they kill or beat you senseless
Think of what it's like, when home becomes a jail
No one's there to help, why did the world fail?
Dying yet alive, can't move, can't speak
Loosing all strength, I have become too weak
Think of what it's like when soldiers come at night?
Burning all the homes, set fertile land alight
Wasting lives at whim, shooting live stock
Ruining what is left, even the oldest dog
Think of what it's like, to lose in one night
Most everyone you know, and everything in sight
Dead are young and old, as are all the men
They took women by force, we never see again
Think of what it's like, to be beaten with chain?
Hit hard with a whip, time after time again
Be raped by militia, while some of them look
Wailing, cries of pain, bodies hang on hook
Think of what it's like, when you are enslaved
Waiting on a death row, you are enclaved
Used for sex and service, then sold in a market
When master's not pleased, you are just a target
Think of what it's like when you become accused
Adultery or theft, fake evidence is used
Stoned to death for first, lose limbs for the late
No judge, defense or jury, such is your fate
Think of what it's like, when you cannot go far
For two decades or more, you are the pawn of war
You are attacked and raped, when one faction win
They get way with all, not punished for their sin

Think of what it's like, when hope is not in sight
You think about death, you do not want to fight
You are down on knees, no one will assist
When you attempt to rise, pushed down by a fist

Is there such a system, that's called United Nations?
Did they promise safeguard in many declarations?
What is the UN talk, about human right?
Does it belong to all, or only those with might?

I call upon you all, my sisters in the world
Join me, resist with me, be strong and bold
I do depend on you; you must become my voice
I must gain my rights; I must have my choice