First they make you wear cruel blinkers
as they whip your body with their new truth.
Then they steal your voice, tie your hands,
torture your heart and mind trying to find
what they suppose you still keep and hide.
Little by little they strip you of your dignity.
Ideals and dreams are the first ones to die.
You forget slowly how to walk, glide and fly.
Your scars are so deep and you don’t know
whether you are awaken or in profound sleep.
You try not to succumb and creep but when
you look around, your face doesn’t belong to
you anymore. You have no identity, no past,
no name or even soul. Fear is the language
they teach you fast, you learn your role.
You sit and cry waiting for better days.
You pray, you choke with that word
you still can’t say and today is just like
tomorrow and tomorrow is more one
day in your old book of sorrow.
Some are missing, some are dead and
all you want is to forget that time when
your world was dumb and dressed in red.
Karla Bardanza
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