behind the gates of hell
the knife of anguish near someone’s palms
- someone we don’t know from a distant land –
the screaming of orphans in the silence
- .. no music is allowed –
and the stones thrown at women’s soft bodies
- women who could neither be heard
nor seen
till the terror has reached us
and we demolished the gate
leaving blood spatter in the sand
without watering the soil
for 20 bloody years
the gates of hell have been down closed
again
leaving hundreds behind
and
the knife …