SaudiA

At the mention of your name, my stomach rumbles

My hair stands, and back pangs sting;

I sense a dark dangling cloud,

- yet bears no rain.

 My heart loses its rhythm and

worry wraps itself around my soul

in a ghostly embrace: -

It is not well.

The scene at the airport still torments,

As yet another girl arrives in a casket;

It is not well.

Salty tears aren't dried yet,

Before another call of distress -

Our girls starve in your homes, SaudiA

Our girls are raped under your watch,

and forced to breastfeed your puppies!

They are beaten, overworked,

Denied medical attention -

And even killed!

It can't be well!

I cry and will not be quiet-

Not until you change your ways SaudiA!

 

You say I buy you!... I ask who buys another?

Who sets the price for a human?

Who decides when they die...?

and why?           

Why??

It is not well!

They come seeking a livelihood;

Scarcity of work in our motherland

And the demand for labour in yours.

Why do you send them into slavery?

Why do you tuck away their documents?

and sensor their location in a foreign land?

If no laws restraint you, where is your humanity?

Where is your conscience?

Is yours a merciless land? -

That baits people and sends them back in caskets?

IT IS NOT WELL!

It can't be well...

                          until it is well.

 

By Lucy Njenga