Hunted souls
We thought only animals can be hunted down and killed…But things have changed drastically,Human flesh is on demand,don’t get me erroneous….Not all human flash, but recently women considered on the…

Poem written by Chavani Ripfumelo Constacis
We thought only animals can be hunted down and killed…
But things have changed drastically,
Human flesh is on demand,
don’t get me erroneous….
Not all human flash, but recently women considered on the most critical endangered souls around the world…
As enduring as women are, but with powerless strength and voice that can be heard for better actions to be implemented…
Our lives are at the horizon to perish,
All the bitterness of this world happens to us
Fore we are suitable with such evil things from the eyes of the evil perpetrators.
The pin of seeing these horrors continue day in and out,
We wonder in our shelters corners if we will ever see the end before they sentence us all to demise.
Our footsteps are not bold as “phenomenal us” as our traits is characterized.
We are physically described differently from what we naturally are.
Going to the market to buy beverages to quench thirsty is very risky,
For we might just leave the house and be abducted in daylight on the street full of moving cars with very limited people to try to rescue us…
What have we done to deserve this hatred??
Our inner souls are kneeling on its knees with a concerned voice that summoning God to intervene…
We have hopes that he have heard our day-to-day song,
Yet, we don’t know when he will answer our calls.
However, faith is keeping us going…
Our world had turned into a fantasy,
For crying out loud, we have had enough of shedding of women blood…
Powerless as we ate,
we are not capable enough to put a stop to this completely
Because we have noticed how they mishandle us…
It’s an empathy.
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