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BROKEN

 
Quarantine the reason behind this, covid-19 the catalyst Of all these sins, this is why she is on the street today. What is she doing now? Look she stop suddenly With unbelieving heart, she shook her head again and Again bending over she picks clay, lay down herself To give her back rest, tiredness in her revealed as Up she stands. Her right hand over her waist, face Frozen as to her mouth the soil she takes in, "Iodine she needs," it's hard to understand what is On her head, what she Is thinking, Usual crime? I don't know! Suicide ? No.! She has the ball with her, And now all of her is gone, she is broken.

She's my neighbor's first born child, she's now thirteen. Verily the author of her life wronged her ; her destiny, The guider through her paths has robed her; her future, and The giver of life has given her the unwanted one. But why all these miseries? Look she is her child's sister. The grand-stepmother to the child knows these hence under The same roof; a hell under the sun as the son becomes An abomination in the nation yet negated the truth In her, neglecting her roles from when the first attempt To stop this was reported, actions never taken, Was afraid of him. And what is the result of these? She becomes a core wife to her!, step mom to her child Ashamed by him and hence a victim of his crimes. It is how the human dignity is toned asunder; broken.

He is free, freely walking though a threat to young ladies In the neighborhood. Man how do you do this? She gave him no attention hence family destroyed! His rights denied thus their marriage destroyed! His time lacked stressed and that day was drunk Lead to impaired judgment, His own blood devour On the bed, seed he planted on the forbidden ground Thought stressed would end, on the contrary multiplied. Looked around and later abscond within seconds, Was ashamed, why? The child is his grand ,son! Honor now broken.

 Tears hears the heart, pain paint the soul with bitterness, Anger triggers payback as the life of the society turns Upside down. What did the young man do?, She was loved by him, her boyfriend, was fifteen, he denied! "This can't be, he is a man with honor and responsibilities". After proofs madness ran on the mind and dangerous He became, 'now that he is not behind bars In eternal peace he would rest', was concluded, confirmed when His corpse on the river beds founded with head injuries. A general funeral and hence trouble to the old, What followed..? He ended up in the prison, his future broken.

 Good Samaritans ! Where are you? Is this not being seen? She is still on the streets But her head ain't fresh, not well, words she speaks as Strange songs she sings and she runs for no reason At all, now at her ninth month of pain and wanders life Has to do her good! But that wasn't it, she labored for all that And today she is in labour, streets girls helped and at last A bouncing baby boy delivered. In pain still shade more blood, A boda boda rider rides her to the nearby hospital with Her child. Was in the ward, her mother informed of it As doctors do their job, hours later the doctor reported "We did all we could, she is no more, we are sorry"! Her mother is today here, she couldn't stop crying. Why?! Why?! Why?! The cry never heard before. The child survived, how will he be told this? How?. How will this be told? Stepmother? Grandmother ? All is broken. @CBK... Amara

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