African Woman Poem by Preston Mwiinga

woman of our land.
mother of gret nations,
sister of my saul,
comforter of the depressed,
but why, why should you allow scorn,
but why should you allow torture,
but why, why should you allow rape.
Dont be silent, don't cry, Speak so dat you are heard,
show them yo wrath,
fight for jstice.
I speak and stand for jstce for women outthere.
Lets speak for them,
lets us not allow useles men to harm a woman