Slavery, decapitated.

trapped
under the torn and dirty nails
of immortal’s hand –
splinters dig deep,
tear long gashes
into the blinded’s bloody eye
while pus and tears
make a paste
on soot-stained bodies.

when squirming
and crawling
isn’t sufficient,
it is time
to wake
the warrior within.

Brainwash

do your own words
ever disgust you
while you write them?

like opening up
a can of rotten fish,
stinking to high heaven.

do you ever
wish you could
shut that door
you opened –
seal it
because what you see
turns your stomach?

i can rinse my mouth
i can wash my hands
but i cannot
wash my thoughts
out of my mind.

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