My child is at school
She is working like those slaves in Egypt
She has hopes and dreams
She has promises to fulfill

When she comes home
I won’t be fried like a fish in the market
She will build me heaven on earth
Hunger will be history

No, Sir !
She would have told me about the abuse
No man could behead an angel
She can’t come back in a coffin

This is not my child
My child is working hard at school