Captured Innocence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Horror speaks in silence

    And Fear speaks in signs

              It’s written on my face

                        and on the faces I see

 

How did I end up here?

A masked man brought us food

The smell of it drives us mad in hunger

We eat like we're crazy

Devouring it like messy animals

 

I see the eyes of superiority

            In the sight of the masked man

I look at them with deep curiosity

He looks back with a look of intent

Deep blue eyes inspect the whole me

Then I realized, everyone, including me

            Wears nothing but just two pieces of undergarments               

I quickly cover my well-being

Then he just walks away

 

I felt dirty ,

            Weary,

And cold in this rusty dark place

Where are we going?

Our future is uncertain

I felt that our life is for sale

Like animals going to be slaughtered

 

Sleep is taking my reality

Hoping that dreams will wash away

            the fear, horror and uncertainty along the way.                      

Author's Note

credits to the images goes to:
MissWiggle

Justice is blind when money talks
people who treats women as a pleasure tool is just cruel
this poem tackles about white slavery

I still haven't write anything good lately
so here is an old one
written on may 21, 2012
I'm still looking for inspirations...

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

How you awaken within us the painful truth that there are thousands.. perhaps millions, who are in such horrid conditions even as we dream at night. Your poetry brings about the pain and anguish.. the helplessness... the hopelessness... May we rescue those so bound.

[MoriartyMesa]

Your images was not needed the words spoke on their own, some of the emotion was cold and I like that. I love your way of pushing that emotion and than letting the words flow.

Amazing imagery W. Even when it's piercing reality it's well thought out. You give grace for those who recognize. Well done.

E.L.

[Michael X]

wow, this poem delivers on multiple fronts, from the horrors of reality
to the complexity of society of victims, heart touching and artistic.

[khalid]

wonderful poem..we are wrong if we think that there are no more slaves. i think all people are in some aspects modern slaves, slaves for theier own needs at least

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

I think this is very good. A little depressing, but incredibly great. Nicely done.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

P.S. The Art (image) is exceptional! ...and highlights the drama within your piece...Excellent work!

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow! This is amazing!...the storyline is captivating... I can see this morphing into a book. You should continue this. Well penned!

[eeoopig]

mmm nice and dark again. Sad though - sleep can only bring them peace. Poor people it's mysterious, interesting and flows well. Makes you feel for them - good write :D

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Very moving, Willyam. So terrible that people have to live with nothing, but dreams and memories.