Don't tell me

 

Don’t Tell Me

 

You see my name in the papers:
Boldness threatens you;

your slander is without remorse.

How dare you accuse me of lying!

Where was my accuser when I was chained in the dark room?

Did you wipe the flow of tears?

Which drowned me in my thoughts of being selected?
Did you witness the innocent children?

Whose dreams were shattered?

As they were paraded before the ultimate desecration of their souls?
Were you present?

as mouth watering perpetrators

bought our way to the chopping block? 
People, enchanted by the perilous lights

which illuminated the streets,

Underneath their feet we were blinded

to the world which existed

The world of our pain and suffering,

the world they never saw.
Therefore, I ask you, "Where were you?"
"My accuser,

Have you had to disassociate your body from your soul

in a desperate attempt to cling to sanity 

while your dignity was being stripped by merciless predators?  

Spare me the mockery if your answer is, "No."
I give you the floor to satisfy your ego!

My anger is reflected in the hurt

which you have inflicted on the victims
and their stories of which I speak out.

"I Lied?"

Ten years passed before I could reveal my story;

I could no longer live with myself knowing

Many suffered in unspeakable silence.
"Why so long in coming forth?" you ask....

Contemplate this question in the depths of your shallow existence.

 

 

By:  Chong N. Kim

April 1, 2006