Poem of a handmaid

A poem inspired by The Handmaid's tale by Margret Atwood

Despite of the mournful cry  

The world of female kind 

Has became hell, or something of it 

Bodies of the sinners hang from the wall  

We become birthing slaves 

Unable to read or write 

We are not able to love 

Sad but true 

If there is any truth at all 

Lies cannot be seen 

neither spoken 

Conspiracy among those who want out 

Of the hell 

That was once free 

That was once American, but isn’t anymore 

We want out 

We hide our tears that should be revealed 

We want more, we want freedom 

We want out 

We want to be dead.