Necklace

Our walk of disdain
Furrowed brows
Down the stairs
To the gallows
Where the grim reaper awaits.
Blade in hand
A cleansing of the soul.
Stolen diamonds
Silent vendettas.
Our roll-call.
One mine at a time.
Drops of sweat engulf my visage
A treacherous account
Read out loud.
Emphasized.
Our crimes numerous, nefarious.
Our bellies hungry.

By Raymond Enisuoh

Torture Care
See:http://www.torturecare.org.uk/