YouTube
I watch
Amsterdam’s
Torture Museum
Children laugh; have fun
Different from mine
Their simple fun
I have walked the path
I have seen open wounds
I have touched the blood
I have heard the sounds
Beating, bone breaking
So
What can I say about the testicles pain under weight?
What can you feel of the bottle finding its way into…?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem