Poem : One Man’s Torture Is Another Man’s Religious Sacrifice

whip

We keep quiet,
The silence is our only power.
The whip comes down with a crack
Red kisses across translucent skin.
Body reacts,
Falls like it is shot
But there is still dignity,
We stare up and curse the god that ignores us.
Blood floods the sand and cheers can be heard.
Intensity and pain converge.
We fall.
And life’s plug is taken out.

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