From Egyptian poet's Amal Dunqul's Ending (my translation):
"Oh...who will stop the windmills in my head?
Who will remove the knives from my heart?
Who will kill my poor children...?
In order that they do not...grow up in the red
furnished apartments..
servants..
catamites..
pimps...
who will kill my poor children?"

(I have posted this before)