Rescue The Poor Eves! Poem by Dr John Celes

A female voice from desert sands
Cries incessantly to be saved
From militant predator hands -
A prey with many other ones,

Kept back alive, for being raped
By barbarian terrorists,
Who bruise her body, mind and heart,
Sans mercy, in fetters alive,

And will not kill her, though she pleads,
Nor allow her to kill herself!
Caught in a web of insane men,
Prayer to God seems meaningless;

She begs the brothel to be bombed,
So that women can die in peace.
O, what a world militants make!
Their cruelty runs wild amok;

They spare not any innocent,
And shot all men folk not their clan.
But God can end this misery
He hears the pleas of pain and woes.

He will soon act in His good time;
The wicked will vanish like air.
The lone voice cries to be rescued;
Yet, even if, she'll surely die!

Will not the world heed to her calls?
Why are they hesitating still?
The mighty nations must make haste;
The world must save the captive eves.