The Ballad of Aasiya Bibi

Imprisoned alone in a windowless cell
Sun rising or setting she never can tell
Her body all beaten and bleeding within
Her treatment is truly a terrible sin
So what are we worth when we turn a blind eye?
And what are we worth as we leave her to die?

She was sentenced to hang by a court in Lahore
The sentence suspended, now her future’s unsure
There are mobs in the streets against her still railing
After six years in prison her health is now failing
So what are we worth when we turn a blind eye?
And what are we worth as we leave her to die?

While working as a farm hand, a pittance for pay
She was harvesting berries on a hot summer’s day
She went to fetch water, a row then ensued
The tempers reawakened some long running feud
So what are we worth when we turn a blind eye?
And what are we worth as we leave her to die?

“She drank from our vessel, and so its polluted”
“All Christians are unclean”, but this she disputed
Just what did your prophet ever do for mankind?
And what sort of words in his book do we find?
And what are we worth when we turn a blind eye?
And what are we worth as we leave her to die?

© Chauncey Tinker

3 thoughts on “The Ballad of Aasiya Bibi

  1. Wow, very poignant indeed. You are talented and I will link to you on my blog. I look forward to reading what else you have to express. Kind regards. Robin

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