Women's Attack

The weather was stormy and I heard the uproar,

I could not make out what was happening, but soon everyone out there mauled.

The army of strong black negro women have arrived,

It looked as if no one can stop them, they are destined to thrive.

Finding no way out, I hid under the cart,

When you can’t fight with your enemy, then it is only the best art.

The enemies were not fools, they smelled me soon,

The Miss leader of them picked me up even before noon.

I trembled, I feared, I cried a lot,

Out of pity, Miss leader spared my life on the spot.

I thanked her and turned around,

She immediately caught from my waist, and on her horse, I got bound.

She rode me to the place she has already decided,

Where she disclosed her heart, which was not really needed.

She said she liked me for I was so cute,

She wanted to see me playing the flute.

I said you are not so bad, but why did you commit genocide,

She said the insane men perpetrated atrocities on us, so it is better than suicide.

While we were talking police siren heard,

She gave me a quick hug and flew like a bird.

I was left alone, her memories flashing within my mind,

I felt within the heart of hearts, she was also a woman and she was also kind.

I was wondering what will happen to them now in such a fen,

After two days, I heard the news, they all were killed by the policemen.