Victims Of Torture Poem by akram saqib

Victim of torture
At length are exploited
By the masters benighted
In each and every field
The slave always yield
Keep their heads down
In spite master he frowns
All his orders obeyed
Not one is delayed
But he wants some joy
And unsheathe rod of alloy
Unleashed is the inner Satan
With the furrows of batten
On the naked body of slave
He digs many a grave
Face mouth eyes and hands
Are swollen due to bands
These struck so fast and heavy
As advances the furious levy
Victims of torture do not speak
And their salvages becomes bleak
The perpetrator is never tired
But stops hand when annoyed
Unfortunate victims flutter
Not permitted even to mutter
As after shock of a quake
World raises slogans and awake
But what is this for man
When milk is split cry is vain
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