Wicked sinners hither and thither,
Screaming blasphemies, righteous spirits wither.
They came while we slept, with a terrifying ruckus in the night they overwhelmed us, too powerful to fight, submission our lone plight.
A flash of light, like fireworks exploding in the dark of night. It was but a blow to my head, perhaps two; the wet blood covered the side of my face, its warmth strangely comforting my dazzled mind. Frightfulness forbade me to lose consciousness though I felt strangely exhausted, a bit nauseous too. I stood up, not having recalled dropping to my knees. Perhaps there was another blow.
Was this real, or was this a dream?
They pushed us; they prodded us, they swung their weapons and they beat us. We stumbled outside bloody, broken, trembling, and cold; beyond frightened where the moonlight met us shining bright and bold, we stood terrified beyond measure in its hold.
It was real.
It was terrifying.
My heart heavy like a leaded weight sunk in my chest eagerly losing the latent courage I wished to possess.
I longed for all the madness to stop, to go back to sleep, to be alone, and to be free of the terror that imprisoned our hearts, our lives for so long.
Sudden death I would now welcome.
But, death was not to be, not yet, not so easily….
What justice prevails, when innocents wail?
As confinement, torture, and torments set sail.
Into the tractor-trailer they loaded us.
Crowded and packed they forced us. We strain for every breath of air, among our blood, our vomit, our urine, our feces.
Our cries and wails suffocate us, more than overcrowding, choking confinement does to us.
As I looked into the eyes of the ones pressed into my sides, a reflection of my fear I see, no comfort there was to be.
Childish compassion, pure, sincere concern,
Breaks loving spirits when un-learned.
A violent jerk sends us reeling, falling, pushing one against the other, against the cold metallic walls.
Outside we hear their mocking calls, as the truck leaves the stall.
The wind now whips us; the cold it bites us, as we ride through the night sealed with oblivion’s flight; through the slits and slats the moonlight shines eerily upon us.
The dread of our fate prolongs despair; our anxiety deepens with each long—passing prayer; time spent agonizing the destination’s fare. What hell at the end shall we bare?
Out of our heads with fear possessing us.
Cars, they casually bypass us with blameless children’s faces pressed against windows they smudge as they sadly point to us.
Can no one but they care?
Fate has met her match in hate,
As a love, she loses with no debate.
Alas, to a stop we jolt.
The gate to our fate falls open, with no escape are we aligned.
Again, they shout at us, they prod us, and they hit us as they gather us up outside where the moon again spotlights us.
Our blood drips from us and saturates the ground around us from the wounds they’ve inflicted upon us.
Death at this place weighs heavy. So heavy all around us, the smells, the cries, the evil cast on to so many lives as time goes by is not something that disappears by closing your minds….
Shock now settles in!
They are going to kill us within,
The slaughterhouse walls tonight!