A Damsel In Distress Poem by Falana Zion

Alas! ! !
Like a bird without a nest,
She walks with her brain on her hind-head
Within her dwells pain, hunger and distress
Pain pierce her soul within her heart
Let's call for her freedom,
for her to sing the victory song.
We'll cry for you through our pen
With the hope that our call will be heard

O land,
Will you fold your arms around your chest
And watch her wander around like a cow that's lost
Will you rest your eyes on your heart
And catalyze her pain and lack

With sweat on her head,
she works day and night without rest
Yet, she complains of poverty and lack
Please, fold not your arms
Have pity on her,
and let her basket spill out

O cloud,
Heed our call and bail us out
She's thirsty and about to die
Will you too hide your rain from her sight
Her heart is shrinking like a flesh drown in alcohol
She suffers horror like a hopeless warrior
Hear our call and send your water from above
Refresh her heart, and let her flourish and sing the victory song

O plant
Are you barren or it is your plan
To hide your life-saving fruit from her sight
And sit tight to watch her die
Please, she's a stick of broom
Feed her and let her bloom
Don't watch her die in her hood
She's lonely, wandering and glum

O air,
Listen to our call with your inner ear
In you our last hope dwell
Wrap our message around your neck
Deliver it to her mom with your last breath
Pierce her heart with the ardent pen
That her daughter is a slave in her land

Carry our message to the moon
Deliver it to that home above the sky
For them to work hand in hand
And deliver her, before she give up to life....