Narrative...

My narrative for my project comes in the form of a poem. This is an original piece.

' The Nikahrat'

How do we sleep at night?

When the world is as cracked as it is?

While forests are burning and wars are churning?

There is a subject to our distress,

Poor, selfless Nikahrat.

Mankind's overlooked slave.

Our sadness is her cradle, our heartache is her grave.

She feeds off our ignorance,

So we can make it through the day.

Immoral thoughts she has to endure,

Consuming harsh truths and keeping them secure.

Hatred fathers a child inside Nikahrat,

An infant so hideous and foul.

Ungratefulness courses every vein,

Intent on giving its mother nothing but pain.

As her urchin grows Nikahrat weakens,

And at the peak of frailty she is forced into labour.

Then a disaster shall arise,

Mass suffering will start,

As baby is born clutching its mother's torn out heart.

Consuming the heart purifies any detest,

And out of the festering Nikahrat is reborn.

Her mission reset,

Her presence unknowingly awaited,

As Nikahrat begins to cleanse what her birth created.