Many years ago the woman I loved went to a celebration in the Town hall. During that visit and at the aftermath of it she was virtually raped.
This is what I wrote after that event.
Previously published here under my previous name tag Teddy Donobauer
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in the aftermath of another sordid male demonstration of power and total lack of brain mind and heart
I have seen the rapists face
I collected her at dawn
could not reassemble
the remains
only transport them
just a late night party
in the house of trusted friends
all rather high on drink, companionship, and bonhomie
although not all men are bon hommes
Towards dawn
some suggest
a trip around
the mansion
In misplaced faith
she went along
while waiting
for her cellphone
to be charged
into a room
with a judasmind behind
a penguin front
and a handy hencher
keeping her from getting out
assaulted
humiliated
spermflecked
bruised, bitten
coerced to acts
of delirium
and violence
and impotence
but all the same
dominance
I had left her
in a lovely party mood
with shining eyes and blushing lips
8 hours earlier
'I'll call' when I want to go home'
The call didn't come
until it was too late
I collected the remains
of a beloved woman at dawn
I have seen the face of rape
heard the incoherent sobs
watched in helpless anger
the frightning cramps
in a ravaged body
and tormented soul
I have watched
the rapists triumf
in my woman's face
I have
indelible memories
of frustrated anger,
her despair is unforgettable
his crime is irremediable
and his reward will be inescapable
Innocents die without and within
criminals get therapy
and cost the ravaged tax payer
more than sleepless nights
and constant vigil
over the victims
as they try to sleep against
their nightmares
If hell does not exist
it needs to be invented
for those who act
like that
they create hell for women
and children
and should reap what they sow
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Written on 2020-11-06 at 23:25
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This is what I wrote after that event.
Previously published here under my previous name tag Teddy Donobauer
I have seen a rapists face
Shortcuts PoetrySonnetHaikuShort storyWordsEssay
in the aftermath of another sordid male demonstration of power and total lack of brain mind and heart
I have seen the rapists face
I collected her at dawn
could not reassemble
the remains
only transport them
just a late night party
in the house of trusted friends
all rather high on drink, companionship, and bonhomie
although not all men are bon hommes
Towards dawn
some suggest
a trip around
the mansion
In misplaced faith
she went along
while waiting
for her cellphone
to be charged
into a room
with a judasmind behind
a penguin front
and a handy hencher
keeping her from getting out
assaulted
humiliated
spermflecked
bruised, bitten
coerced to acts
of delirium
and violence
and impotence
but all the same
dominance
I had left her
in a lovely party mood
with shining eyes and blushing lips
8 hours earlier
'I'll call' when I want to go home'
The call didn't come
until it was too late
I collected the remains
of a beloved woman at dawn
I have seen the face of rape
heard the incoherent sobs
watched in helpless anger
the frightning cramps
in a ravaged body
and tormented soul
I have watched
the rapists triumf
in my woman's face
I have
indelible memories
of frustrated anger,
her despair is unforgettable
his crime is irremediable
and his reward will be inescapable
Innocents die without and within
criminals get therapy
and cost the ravaged tax payer
more than sleepless nights
and constant vigil
over the victims
as they try to sleep against
their nightmares
If hell does not exist
it needs to be invented
for those who act
like that
they create hell for women
and children
and should reap what they sow
Poetry by Bjorn
Read 163 times
Written on 2020-11-06 at 23:25
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