*#BoredomRandoms*

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There’s man screaming in my own backyard.
His coarse voice clouts through the mud thatched walls of my hut.
He’s saying he didn’t do it.
He’s saying he doesn’t know the girl.
He’s pleading for them to let go off his testicles.
They are ripping off his balls from his scrotum.
They’re telling him that it ain’t the first time for him to face these allegations.
A girl was raped, brutalised and murdered.
She was barely 15.

He heightens his scream. He wails like a sheep being strangled.
In my room smoking my pipe.
I ordered them to castrate him.
In my own backyard nobody commits a heinous crime.
I am the chief.
There’s man screaming in my backyard.
I don’t think he’ll live to see another day.

Phill Ibsen
2017