from a bangladeshi girl - please be humane

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as sent by archana, 10th grade student, dhaka,bangladesh - i concern for her

very much Who Will Marry Me Lorcan Otway all rights reserved... I'm a

Bangladeshi Hindu girl, I cannot say my name I cannot show my face to you, I'm

forced to flee in shame I cannot find the words to tell, what they did to me

When the gangs came to my village and robbed my dignity I cannot speak the

words my fear, and horror to relate When the women of my village became, the

target of your hate With nothing but my tattered clothes, I have been forced to

flee For after my public shame, who would ever marry me In the decade before I

was born, my land was wracked with pain Democracy and Freedom, religious rights

to gain All the people of our land, shared the terror of that night to cast off

religious hatred and, emerge into the light I can't understand why the world,

allows hate to divide my land Is our pain so foreign to your world, that you

can't understand The tears of my nation, a waterwheel could turn Can they not

touch your heart enough, our history to learn How my story ends I cannot say,

what's ahead I cannot see Fundamentalism's fertile fields, are starved lands of

poverty But in the ruins of my land and life, I can only cry in vain why must I

bear the shame alone, who would ever share my pain One question more I'll ask

of you, before I flee my land One question more I'll put to you, I'm too young

to understand One question more I must demand, before I turn to go, for the

answer to this question, no young girl may ever know My sister's bodies have

become, the target's of your war And our mother's and our grandmothers, for

countless years before How can it be our dishonor, why is it our disgrace Why

is it not the rapist, who is forced to hide his face

 

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