Hear the Children
by Sondra Ball
screaming
hanging
by feet
arms
heads
thumbs
sometimes upside down
tortured
by fingers
feet
rocks
penises
rods
piercing screams
pain too intense for small bodies
burns
blows
rapes
cuts
electricity
higher and higher shocks
minds fragmenting
torture continuing
until screams are silenced
no one to stop it
no where to turn
children
caged
roped
buried alive
wired with electricity
every movement shocked
the perpetrators:
lawyers
teachers
judges
preachers
politicians
business men
generals
mothers
fathers
they tell them,
"no one can escape
we will always find you"
they tell them,
"no one will believe you
they will say you are crazy"
paralyzed with terror
wordless with terror
i hear their stories
day in
day out
while the whole world shuts them out
volume 11(6)
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Sondra Ball, all rights reserved.
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