Sonnet I wrote for my english class..you can take it however you interpret it but when writing I was imagining women in Africa hiding from the Rebels:

The dampness of a broken mother’s eye
Reveals the deep hurt within her inside
The simple truth is found in the child’s cry
For how much longer will they have to hide?

Darkness succumbs the most delicate sights
Whispers resound despite the blow of guns
She holds her one child close with all her might
And wonders when they’ll no longer be shunned

The anger in the dark men’s rough faces
Pulses great waves of a hopeless nation
Where is the justice for all the races?
Who will portray a new declaration?

She wipes the tear off her soot-covered cheek,
Humming a soft hymn to her child, so meek.