torture

Notorious soldiers wore
Black uniforms, separated
Fathers, mothers, children,
Brothers and sisters; they
Had no mercy.

Prisoners interrogated,
Bodies disappeared one
By one;

I
was
lucky:

I had no feelings.




Poetry by clay
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Written on 2007-10-31 at 19:16

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