(Trigger Warning for those of sensitive disposition -
but please read it if you can and spread the word to raise awareness)
I
do not want to read any more.
But
I will not do them the disservice of denial.
So
I carry on – as they somehow do -
Carrying
my heartbreak with me.
Here
we have freedom of expression;
There
to roll a cigarette from a scrap of newspaper
Which
may have once contained a portrait of their leader
Lands
you and three generations of your family
In
living hell.
Here
we can watch and laugh
At
celebrities on tv eating grubs
For
points in pointless gameshows.
There,
their hunger gnaws at their insides,
Turns
beautiful humans into living shells;
Where
children, yes children,
Given
no food,
Are
forced to eat rats and insects,
The
bark from trees;
Where
a man is so desperate
He
tries to eat a whip
Because
it's made of oxtail.
But
a guard catches him;
Forces
him to eat intestinal worms from the latrine.
Unsurprisingly
he dies.
Here
we have healthcare, contraception, family planning, ivf, midwives;
Choice.
There,
your child is born a slave
Or
an unauthorised pregnancy
Means
giving birth then being made
To
drown your baby in a bucket of water.
Here
we have freedom of movement;
There,
no-one escapes.
Here
we have the opportunity to live to our full potential;
There,
indignity and suffering
Is
all life has to offer.
There,
they are raped,
Shackled
in chains,
Forced
to work 16 hour days of hard labour
Where
at times they choose to do something
They
know will result in being
beaten
Simply
so they get a chance to rest.
Where
they live in rags in their own filth mixed with lice
In
cages with no heat in -20degrees;
Where
they are made to dig their own graves,
See
their families executed in front of them.
Here,
our officers and guards
Are
prosecuted for misconduct;
There
they are rewarded with college
If
they kill people trying to flee:
They
do it,disguising their own terror,
Their
'thank God it's not me'
With
the fiercest brutality.
And
the ones with conscious hearts
Who
try to smuggle food to prisoners
Are
demoted;
Moved
away.
The
horror is relentless.
I
could feel guilt at my own aliveness.
Instead
I use it to
Read
on, to write, to speak
In
hope
I
carry for those with none,
That
if enough people wake up
To
the truth
Then
we can, together,
Light
a candle in the darkness.
For
once, we said
'Never
again';
Yet
for the people of Yodok,
It
still is.
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