Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Scream… (A poem about sexual violence during demonstrations)

She went to the streets to yell and scream…
We want our right….. we do have a dream…

Women, children and men were there
To ask for their rights , and for that historical moment to share…

She was happy to see them all around…
Clapping, yelling, dreaming  and jumping up and down…

A group of them approached… her happiness increased…
They are here to share … Oh God, she felt relieved…

But suddenly she noticed a different look in their eyes…
Who are they , and what in their hearts lie

She looked at them with a little confusion…
She did not know that they were animals under the skin of humans…

When they grabbed her body, she had no reaction…
This is not really happening…  we only read about this in fiction…  

She begged them, ' I am your sister, your mother and your friend'
How could you do this to me, and for my life to put an end !!!

They continued their crime , with no mercy, with no fear…
Their consciousness was deaf… did she expect them to hear ???

They left her on the ground, surrounded by her blood…
Still not believing what had just happened, not believing she was covered with mud…

She did her best  to stand, but her legs failed her…
It was more than her body could handle, more than her soul could bear…

One hour , two hours and three had passed…
Until an old man saw her and gasped…
What did they do to you my dear, are you ok… he asked…
Let's take you to a hospital, they will help you and this will all be in the past…

Now that everything is gone, I have to go back…
No police, no person and no hospital will help…
I have to go there and return their attack…

She looked everywhere, she found them, the team….
And with all her strength, she let out a scream…

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