Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Victims - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

In the alleys,
You hid my body
Inside a metal box
That stretched like a coffin.

You bathed in my blood,
You wore your most
Synthetic despairing face
And you wailed across town.

Maybe this is how it works.
The victims remain silent,
And the castigators,
The assailants,
The heartless beasts

Do what the victims
Should be doing.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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