I try to close my eyes
But all I see is a frosted window
of a car as two pairs of eyes
staring from the back seat pleading for help
We were trapped, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
The men in front, laughed as they leer
and snicker at us from the review mirror
Too intoxicated to care,
we accepted a lift home,
regrets the stupidity of our mistake
With two on two we thought we had a chance,
but alas that was all dashed when we pulled up at the site
An old farm house,
out in the countryside,
no one can hear us,
we began to feel ill
From the age old house stepped forth more men,
one, two, three....four the numbers grew
we quaked in our boots
We looked at each other in fear,
we were dragged from the car,
thrown on the ground,
beaten and raped, by a group of savage men,
we cried and begged them to stop,
and all they ever did was laugh
Finally after all the chaos we were left alone;
to comfort each other as best we could,
they took us back to where they found us,
covering our tracks we meet up with friends,
and hide our shame, never to be shared
Damn these flashbacks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brutal act made on words............. why here act by now take a gun and gun them