Depravity Poem by Riley Maxwell Hefron

Tortured skin and battered decay,
On a hot dry summers day,
Watching and weeping men they stare,
Pitiless japanese, they don’t care.

Sounds of the silence in the air,
As the depraved men kill with dare,
The heat strikes and splits the fear,
Draining soldiers into tear.

Screams of torment soak the ground,
Children cry and work the rounds,
People die and drown, astound,
In fear of hope it is not found.

Starving and hungry food is lost,
In times of war there is no cost,
Working in turns the men they frost,
Frozen in crown their bones they rot.

For a deviant aura bounds the woman,
Steals their soul like a villain,
Given fruit and condemned to sex,
Trusting the men or they’ll be next.


(Written from the inspiration of the 'prisoner of war camps in world war II)