On the day of your unexpected
Martyrdom
They wished you dead
Of heart attack
And not the bruises
Your family saw
[sic]
On your legs
Your head
And neck
“Blessed art thou among women.”
Hooked from darkened rivers
Fertile and surveilled
Now swift
And brightly burning
In waves
Of torn
rejected veils
[sic]
To the calls of
“Women, life, freedom”
Flood the streets
Drown the jails.
While the dragon
Makes war
On the rest
Of her offspring,
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