Daddy, why is Mommy hangin’ from a tree?
the torture chambers of our minds
collide
hide
disguise
the plight
of
freedom
of might…
she called out my name in Tienamien Square
and I tried not to listen.
I saw his mother raped in Burma…
and all I could do was vomit
the disgust, the anger,
the rage, the fear…
my weak body felt numb…
where to turn,
where to run…
a peace accord was signed in Guatemala
with blood dripping from torture chambers,
of the disappeared,
pleas for peace.
a piece of savagery