Ayub, he who raped us with sticks and arrows, is back,
We have not even finished wearing our torn, stained underwear and the straps of our bras, which he yanked from our Virgin chests, are still missing,
We hear he has been set free from custody and he is going around the village boasting, with his fly open, that they did not find any evidence of his rape case!
Ayub, he who castrated our men and chased away our grandfathers from their ancestral lands, is back,
We hear he is going around the village saying that he fears no one!
That he does not obey court orders,
That he is going to do worse than what he did last time,
Now our vaginas are trembling with fear and vomiting blood,
Our men are scampering for safety and our grandfathers are shaking in their graves!
Fear has gripped the village of 'Karateng'
The news of Ayub's release is freezing our bones and chilling our broken spines,
If Ayub could break into our stone houses and rape us with poisoned arrows,
How much more can he do to us in tents?
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