In my little world, my mum gave lovely food, which I would relish in the enchanting woods
Counting my goats and sheep, in the valleys so beautiful and steep
I am just a little girl, all of eight – god, religion, life, death I don’t understand
Brutalized and violated for eight days and eight nights, your so-called god had me in his sight
Please ask your divinity, where is my dignity
Not even in my death did you spare, don’t turn away and tell me you were unaware
Butcher all the girls, all the women and the nurturing wombs, men show your power and dance on our tombs
We don’t want to die thousand deaths, so once and for all snuff out all our breaths
In any case I have a rendezvous with death