She played among her father's halls,
And chased her shadow past his walls,
Enchanted by the song-birds' calls,
The purple skies when evening falls;
Before Mohammed came.
Whatever did she hope to see,
In stars and golden galaxy?
A future that'd never be,
Because Mohammed came.

At six the prophet wedded her,
His only mercy to defer;
The consummation would occur;
At nine her screams and tears would blur,
Because Mohammed came.
In blood and sweat she lay and wept;
The sated prophet smiled and slept;
A destiny she must accept,
Because a prophet came.

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A brave apostate named Fay has organised a "Draw for Dissent" movement to protest against Islamic blasphemy laws. Since I suck at drawing, this poem represents my contribution.

You can find Fay on Twitter and YouTube.

And for more information on Mohammed and the issue of his child-bride, check out this Twitter thread I posted recently.