Behind closed hearts,
doors dividing, guarding
cries of the faceless.
The hours relentless
while the predators,
under a dim of light,
follow as moths
blind to the shame.These ghosts fading
into the shadows,
puppets brandishing
power over life and breath.
Such crimes concealed,
callous - shocks from
cattle prods, forced-feeding,
and innocence lies bleeding.No sanctuary here, not
a moment’s reprieve,
only the sound of unquiet
storming every space
and corridor.(To expose the countless perpetrators of violence working behind closed doors inside China’s ‘Laogai’ - forced-labour camps).
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Poem: Unquiet
2006-12-06
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