An Incident in WWII
Sitting back and remenicing of when i first saw you,
My earliest memory goes back to WWII,
It's not a pleasant memory, but unforgetful still,
i remember how i found you in fright, hiding from soldiers in the old silk mill
You were cowering from fear-silently lying in a machine hole
Hiding like a robber, who had just stole
SIlently i walked forward, layed my hand on your back
You started grieving and screaming,as if this was a sexual attack
I told you to calm down-"Miss i'm not here to rape"
Then i saw you were naked, i covered you with my cape
I asked you what happened, you were reluctant to explain
I was adamant
I wanted to know who was to blame, who had caused such pain
Who had stole the shame from a womens eyes
Who had stole respect,
Pleasuring himself, not caring if his victim dies
"Please tell me" i asked again and again
Then i saw your head recline, in a downwards bend
I still remember how you sobbed, blood like tears running sown your face
The ordeal had been voilent, i could still see the attackers trace
The scratches on your flesh, the bruises on your thigh
I was troubled, why did know one else here your cry
"Sir, kill me, instead of living like this-i'd rather die"
"Miss, i'm a lawyer, tell me ther truth....
i can get justice, theres no need to lie"
You told me about, the horror, the pain you had beared
While you were ravaged by one solider, the rest stood, laughed and stared
"It is a horror, i'm sorry but i need names and detail"
You told me how your love blossomed and failed,
the capture of citizens and the price of freedom that entailed
After what you said, my face had pailed
I couldn't believe how the people sold you, to relieve their debt
How can freedom ask for one to put another to sale
To this day, your 2nd reply makes my brain not believe and my heart go stale.
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