An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
She has heard, and she now fears.
What will it be? When tomorrow nears.
She can't do anything, except be in tears.
Truly! Thin, frail and old with all her years.
Does she pose these dangers?
Look at her! Stupid, dumb villagers.
Did you think she can cause all this damage?
She can hardly walk, a wooden stick as her crutch.
Please, please fellow women, don't be each other's nemesis
Stand up for what is right, for goodness sake!
Stop this old time madness.