Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Prayers

How frightened
How sad
did I feel
as I watched you
torturing the baby
then and again


In silence
as your eyes were shutting
I prayed
for your soul

your
raped
violated
lonely
soul

You exclaimed
``The God, who
cannot torture,
is only
a feeble excuse.''

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This poem is partly motivated, in a strange subconscious way though, by the following, beyond-amazing, documentary:

Children Full of Life
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc7S8HAfDzk&list=PL27D7F51F4598CD0A



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