‘Girl lashed 60 times for talking to men in Mali’
– Independent
I saw the nightmare of our century.
A girl child who deigned to speak to men
sacrificed to stony eyed Islam fanatics
who, soaked in deep hard hatred, heaped their own lust on her
poor thin shoulders and raked her back of quivering flesh.
Fuelled by self hatred, hatred of womankind, fearful
of its mystique and how it could betray them, they flay
and flay to let out their own poisoned filth
as flesh is torn to bleeding pulp. And still they flay
as the blinding pain slashes in and out.
Can nothing assuage the burning, searing fear of sin
that flails and hates in frantic sterile haze?
Or save this soft frailty from their claw?
Sin burns in their own souls like a branding iron,
scorches them and all who know them.
Mothers howl to heaven’s vault they bred them.
But still the killing beast kills on,
Slashing at the heaving mass of tattered flesh
Margaret Gill
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