Aafia Oh Aafia (a sisters call)

(a sisters call)

Aafia Oh Aafia.

We won’t be able to forgive ourselves,

For the wounds that were caused to you,

For the annihilation and agony you faced,

And for our stricken strengths, we stand disgraced.

Aafia Oh Aafia.

For some petty coins we sold you off,

Now trying our best to fake things off,

We regret we couldn’t stop your rape,

And for our stricken strengths, we stand disgraced.

Aafia Oh Aafia.

It was never a tradition,

We never sold our daughters or mothers,

I know not what malice we had,

Or the looming greed which made us gape,

For our stricken strengths, we stand disgraced.

A sisters call to prisoner Number 650,

I don’t want you to be in trouble. Any More

There is a purpose for you to still be Alive,

Let my brethren around the world know your case,

And liberate you from this disgrace.