Backwards Poem by Noorie Ali

I visit a place, a place so pure
A place where poverty is so sore.
I visit a place where there is no law an absolute absence
A noxious wind, a toxic habitat

A lethal virus.

Filled with neglect, regardless of the gender,
A child or a radiant beauty.
The torture is still the same

No change.

Without a sound, they stand silently, sadly with no voice.
A willingness to breath, to share a moment.
Not allowed…
To breathe to whine for they are trapped.
In a poison so cruel.
Trapped in a shell
A tortures harsh reality

A world of slavery, a battered tragedy.
Sick and tired, unable to cope with this painful calamity

This is the second where a father is lost, a baby is snatched, and a rule is broken.

A savage dismissal
A sad ending.

This is a place where there is no equality
A sexist environment.
No shame just honour killing.

This is a place where the rich is richer, and a poor is poorer.
A show for the puppet
A scandal’s game.

This was a visit to a place so pure.
A horrid journey a failed race.

A place so hard to ignore.





This Poem, to facilitate and end torture it explains the needs of young Children, also orphan’s that have been neglected also women and men that perceived abuse in their everyday lives, and do not receive support.
Where alternatively. The poor have to continue living their lives as a wreck.