A friend of mine told me how his government had tortured him simply for being from an ethnic group other than the majority in his country. They told him he was “against God”. I wonder, who represents God here?
This poem is for all torture victims.
To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
We’ll let Yah take care of the Vengeance Part . . .
|canadian soldier torturing somali boy in 1993|
U tortured me, U Biftek*
U victimised me, U son of Hell.
Power was in your hand,
Dirt in your mind,
A stone in your chest.
Your tools of darkness
Plunged into my flesh,
Plunged me into the Abyss.
U laughed, U mocked
U shouted, U forced
Did U get what U wanted, Cain?
Was ur sick mind placated, Lucifer?
Then up with U! Tell me, will U . . .
go to Hell 4ever, where U will . . .
w/weeping & gnashing
Father, forgive the Biftek,
He knows not
what flood he releases . . .
*Biftek = a polite word for “Bastard”
© Dimitri Pravdin, 2012
|David Parker Ray’s torture chamber in New Mexico, USA|