2017 09 21
Trapped in the rubble of civilization,
Frida Sofia reaches out small hand
through the door of death to grasp all our hands.
We all lament at the sad, shocking tale
of the sweet, innocent twelve-year-old girl
trapped in her school south of Mexico City.
We join global chorus of earnest prayers
that she would be freed from prison of fear
where she huddles under table of truth.
Although we learn that Frida is not real,
that no young girl huddles trapped under rubble
of collapsed school, we still hope for survival.
Though no young Frida Sofia exists
yet millions of women live trapped by lies,
enslaved by men for their pleasure or profit.
Though we cannot see the rubble of fear
that buries women under domination
of patriarchy, yet they reach their hands.
They reach their hands out to us for our help,
reaching out through the twisted door of hope,
but we walk by, blind to their weight of sorrow.
Trapped in the rubble of the patriarchy,
Frida Sofia reaches out her small hand
and paints wisdom on the cracked wall of law.