POEM: Islam's Flower

The Taliban has beaten me and left me for dead
But I am stronger then they know,

There is no burka that can cover me so
Or hide what I think or un-say what I’ve said,

Allah be praised for He made the bed
From which I give these men life to grow,

to Live, to breathe, and blaspheme God so –
They've killed my husband, now send me off to strangers to wed.

The Taliban has beaten me and left me for dead
But I have more power than they know.

This burka of fear will be shed
From God's true mercy, I am Islam's true flower still to grow!

M C Biegner