the information slowly seeped
like darkened blood on a crusty wound...
from exiled souls
abused by life,
crucified by governments
that justify raw violence.
school children,
parents' children,
between the ages of eight and twelve,
arrested.
some resisted
severely beaten,
some resisted
immediately killed.
others flung
into backs of trucks,
slammed with rifle butts,
whips and sticks with nails protruding...
many died...
some from wounds,
some crushed alive.
arriving
at prison
guards hurled stones,
more died.
children, children,
crammed in cells
overpowering heat
no air no water no food
more died by dawn.
but... more arrived
to fill the cells
and
some tortured
some shot,
some tangled in
cruel abortions
by human hands...
hands that keep our countries safe,
hands that want the peoples' good.
amazingly...
some survived and were released,
afflicted voices lisping pain.
among them
a child,
a boy of twelve,
paralytic eyes
throbbing gait,
whose parents had been seeking him,
whose parents had been seeking him.
some said they saw
his torture marks,
the nail imprints
upon his limbs...
his mother kneel to kiss his sores.
the information slowly seeped
like darkened blood on a crusty wound...
like darkened blood on a crusty wound...
from exiled souls
abused by life,
crucified by governments
that justify raw violence.
school children,
parents' children,
between the ages of eight and twelve,
arrested.
some resisted
severely beaten,
some resisted
immediately killed.
others flung
into backs of trucks,
slammed with rifle butts,
whips and sticks with nails protruding...
many died...
some from wounds,
some crushed alive.
arriving
at prison
guards hurled stones,
more died.
children, children,
crammed in cells
overpowering heat
no air no water no food
more died by dawn.
but... more arrived
to fill the cells
and
some tortured
some shot,
some tangled in
cruel abortions
by human hands...
hands that keep our countries safe,
hands that want the peoples' good.
amazingly...
some survived and were released,
afflicted voices lisping pain.
among them
a child,
a boy of twelve,
paralytic eyes
throbbing gait,
whose parents had been seeking him,
whose parents had been seeking him.
some said they saw
his torture marks,
the nail imprints
upon his limbs...
his mother kneel to kiss his sores.
the information slowly seeped
like darkened blood on a crusty wound...
