“More pain! More tears!”
The heartless master cries,
While beating me with cruel whips
Made from leather and hatred and lies.
I groan and cry “Dear God, how long
Can this intolerable torture go on?”
The plaything of a tyrant,
I ache to be set free;
But until then, I sweat in the heat
And groan in the silence
Because there seems to be no response:
Maybe that is an answer in itself.
©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam