 WINNER SHORT POEM COMPETITION WALLS OF HATE..[ In memory of the Queen Boat detainees ] [anonymous] I saw him pleading from the ground, Camera ready in my hand, Pity my hands limp, his hands bound. Pityless the soldiers' kicks but My camera uttered not a sound. An officer alert but polite Reassured with practised charm "No problem here, Sir. Good Night." I return to my hotel bed. Forget the uncomfortable sight. Forget how he danced with grace, Joked with other boys. No fear then apparent on his face But already the prey pursued was Doomed to loose this race. By then it was already late His feminine elegance caught on film. Artistry which sealed his fate. His young heart immersed in love Yet imprisoned by walls of hate. [copyright - gayegypt.com] |