Survivors

Ruckuses uproars and turmoil But that was not all That our ears perceived Bloodshed carnage and bloodbath Of our own bloods That was what our eyes lived with. Our bodies were tripped over, tied up, tasered Spanked, flogged, scourged and savored By the inhuman communities. With blood leaking out From swelled veins And with lesions and cicatrices Getting deeper with every perforations While we sat fragile, worn Looped lassoed and shackled in silence Watching shadows and scenes of assaults, electrocutions, bashing Decollation and alive burns Beckoning to deaths And we are some of the bondage survivors From a world without peace and enslaved. ~Nayanika Dey