hunger
thirst
hopelessly
they wander
at this spiritual
fair a circle within
a square gasping
for air ..a few coins
here a few coins there
where is her husband
is he watching her from
afar forcing her to beg
he dares ..would she be
begging if she was educated
though the slits of her veil
into my questioning soul she
stares .she is a victim hunted
like a prey.. will god busy in
yemen syria iraq has time to
hear her prayers ..does the
mullah really care ..the silence
of the minarets ..she is scared
