Serbia's Shame

Cribs clink in echoed response
of life amidst silence's
lifeless, in torture zones ~

children's tombs...of white
sheets and bent repose.

Cramped extremities and
disfigured faces
with purple cheeks and swollen
minds, as disease devours
in hell's conditions.

Rarely untied from ropes
that bind, as sunlight filters
only in dreams,
arms flail to wave in despair
and legs remain
motionless for decades.

Crumpled woes etched
in deepest wounds as minors
incessantly harm themselves ~

chewing own fingers, tearing
at ears...clawing own
faces in their fight for freedom

and cries are met with
thoughtless disdain as
children fail to find embrace,

mere statistics in camps
containable cells, awaiting
existence to set them free from

social care that couldn't care less.