Memories

Menories

Memories with sharp nails kneel me in my heart
as I remember the helplessness of that time
when I was so alone and defenseless
against the crowd of perpetuators

Boys and girls at the back of my mind
whisper to each in hushed silence.
as the teacher whips the lashes of his tongue
and the boy tries the count the pieces of his broken heart.

Memories in hoarse voices
of those old men
and the imprint of the rope tied to my hands.
The stronghold of a man's hand over two small hands
& the glint in the old green eyes.



the stinking memories keep on
lingering in the air
the boys and girls with ugly grin over their faces

The bit by bit defeat of a human soul and its dignity
boys and girls at the back of my mind
begin to roar with laugher.