Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

The Reaping of Innocence

The Rape

I met this girl she was tall and walk like a gladiator,
but she was not there when I needed her. 

He - let stick to I- had been walking all night now it was dawn 
and I was very tired, young people too get tired.  
By the road a labourers’ cabin the door was not locked and 
I went in sat by bench and fell asleep. When I awoke three men 
were leering at me, they were of the type that become guards 
at prisoners´ camp and are the willing executioners of tyranny 
and killers o innocence and beauty. I tried to get away, 
but they pinned me, face down, on the table. Yes they raped me 
and to make the passage smooth they smeared my rectum with 
yellow margarine.
Blindly I ran down hill came to a brook dived into it tried to clean 
myself, and on the surface came semen, blood, **** and pearls of 
margarine. Sat on a stone in the sun, knew I could not tell anyone 
about this shame that had happened to me; and worst of all when 
raped I had an involuntary ********. I had been a victim of rape, 
yet it took long before I could forgive myself

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Jan Allison August 10, 2014 at 4:20 PM what a dark poem about a brutal experience - rape of any other person male/female is vile and the assailant should be more severely punished - its often the victim who is made to seem like the guilty person and is on trial too. A brave write:-) Hugs jan xxx