Tragedy

This poem was written after my boyfriend told me the story of Junko Furuta (google her story if you haven't heard about her). It's basically my reaction to what happened to her.

I’m frightened by what I see

But somehow I know

That there’s much more to come

Immobilized by my fear

And soon to be

Blinded by tears

I can stop the pain if I will it all away…

If I will it all away…

 

But will power isn’t always enough.

It wasn’t for Junko.

Her pain could not be willed away.

The pounding fists,

The falling weights,

Repeated rapes,

The fireworks

Exploding in her,

The hot lightbulbs

On her vagina,

Her body being

Set ablaze,

Starvation,

Dehydration…

Sadly, the list goes on.

Forty-four days…

She couldn’t will away

The pain.

Justice?

Her captors basically

Walked free.

Sadly, her story

Isn’t an anomaly;

It’s a case study.

The Holocaust,

Tiananmen Square,

Rodney King,

Joseph Kony:

Injustice, all

Forever embedded

In our memory.

And some still believe

That humans are inherently

Good.  That notion

Is worth scorning.

Indignation and sorrow

Both erupt within when

Hearing of these atrocities.

Is there no hope?

Is there no salvation?

There is.

The answer: you and me.

*Servatis a periculum.

 Servatis a malificum.

 

 

*Latin: Save us from danger; save us from evil

 

Author's Note

I'm a bit unsure as to how I feel about this one. This is a revised version of my original poem. Constructive criticism, please. Jesus loves you <3 Also the italicized portion in the beginning is from the song "Whisper" by Evanescence

Reviews

[ScarletButterfly]

I recognized the song. Had to listen to it again when I saw the lyrics at the beginning. This is well-written. Makes a very strong point. Indeed, servatis a malificum.