Iraqi Daughter, How To Make Them Understand? The Militia And The Fanatics? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Iraqi daughter, this is your time to go to school,
To play under the open skies,
Roam under the open air,
But they forcing you to stay indoors,
Follow the moral strictures,
Prescribing harder dress codes for you
Even by forcing you to marry
At your child stage.

My daughter, this is what we are bearing for
The mistakes we have committed
As for selfish diplomacy, expansionist programmes
And during such a crisis, how to support you,
Iraqi daughter,
As they understand it not
The language of innocence,
But of the gun?