The ghosts of little girls
Wander the roads at night
Crying their lost lives
Oh, listen to them crying for their lives,
The sobbing, murdered girls.
For the dead, leave a dolly out one rainy night
A girl who walks at night
Will gather it with love to join their lives.
Keep safe your little girls
So they won’t join the girls night walking, night crying lost lives.
Posted for Jingle’s Thursday Poetry Rally.