Inward bleeding was excess to carry,
My heart bled for the intended deaths
The abducted young innocent girls and boys
For the mothers, illegitimates were implanted in them
For the settlements that were burnt down to ashes,
My heart now drips off the blood it carries
For the able bodied men raided from society,
Only to be worked out hence succumbed to death
For the souls not yet resting in peace,
Awaiting their vengeance by the rest of the world
For those who were slaughtered like hens,
Their blood still floors in our land
For the families that got apart in those days,
Their relations live in hope for ever
Justice followed by reunion is all they await.
STEPHANIE APILA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'For the mothers, illegitimates were implanted in them' - women, unfortunately, bear the brunt of social injustices and tortures.