By Ayn Mawaddat (Zainab Shahzad)
He is a young lad,
raggedly clad
Innocent and naive
His heart fully alive
Though he runs a teastall
Doesn't dream small
His father's unwell
Hence he manages all
His responsibilities well
His friends do tell.
He works by the day
Studies at night
Think you may
His future's bright
He minds his own business
And focuses on his wishes
He wishes nobody harm
He is childlike, he is calm
He prays to the Divine
With faith that all will be fine
In the world out there
Better times are to dwell
Let me warn you
He is religious
He loves his faith
He is devoted and pious
Now the sun has set
He suddenly finds himself
In the world of fret
He opens his eyes
And in pain he cries
Moved from his bed
To the prison of threat
Abducted overnight
His rights denied
To know his crime
Or detention time
He's prisoner no 904
That's it he knows
And nothing more
The dark and gloom
The pangs of pain
The electric room
The shocks that rain
He twitches and screams
The iron wire
the electric beams
He's caned, he's whipped
He's jolted, he's stripped
"You're a ghost prisoner"
"You've been accused"
"You pretentious tea staller"
"Your crime will be proved"
They lash him and they laugh
They draw blood from his calf
His pain is their pleasure
To pool him in blood
They take every measure
The more he screams
The more they laugh
Blood oozes in streams
The wire in his flesh
Looks like an epitaph
His throat feels dry
They mimic his cry
He yearns to die
Their pleasure in his
Pain getting high
He cries in God's name
They continue their game
That torture looks like fun
Shredding flesh
Using their favourite weapon
I can't come to imagine
The echo of his screams
I'll not sleep for nights
Their savagery haunts
my dreams
His shriek still resonates
Horror it emanates
How did he tolerate?
Why were they desolate?
And why so uncompassionate?
His howling outburst
His innocent cries
His heart wrenching pain
His fight against their surmise
Our hearts might tremor
Feeling his agony
Why didn't they quiver
What happened to humanity?
He wasn't a soldier
But he told his father
Without being on the border
I'll serve my country
Now he was a prisoner
Charged of terror
Exiled forever
By the governing gentry
Finally he's acquitted
Innocent he's declared
All Charges omitted
But it's too late he's already dead
A silent smile beautifies his face
His soul finally does depart
From this world of disgrace
From the bondage of the beating heart
That smile speaks loud and clear
He wishfully walked away from fear
From his final breath
Into the lap of death
Death to him
seemed so sweet
Beyond this life
justice he'll meet
His smile was a message
Death is sweeter than life
This life is a passage
Darker than death and weaved of lies
Get rid of the corpse
You've ripped him in half
His sufferings and cries
Must've made you laugh
The rods impaled in his flesh
The crown of mesh
Pieces of skin that it shed
Every place where he bled
Erase all evidence
Of his existence
Burn an incense
And sterilise the fence
The good thing though
abducted was he
The system gets to be
Answer free
Only a dying father he had
In the name of family.
Sure sir it'll be done
Cleaning has already begun
On the list of suspects
We've rounded another one.
She's a woman
Means a lot more fun
We'll detain her too
Not publicly though
Here in the Ghosted Prison
As they sat sipping tea
Said one murderer
He was an innocent boy
Indeed a tea staller
"Man he was a toy"
Laughed the jailer
"No 904
-The Ghosted Prisoner"
....(Part 2) To be Continued
By Ayn Mawaddat (Zainab Shahzad)
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