the Red Block
known also as Death Chambers,
a huge slaughterhouse for us humans,
sport no safe spots,
no friendly playgrounds,
no smiling children gossiping,
no lovers softly eyeing each other,
no fresh air,
no clean water,
and no football pitch for wildly cheering fans:
here,
underground with minimal light,
minimal sanitation,
minimal hope,
maximal cruelty.
here,
words unspoken,
blood soaked the dirt
after years of torment,
thousands of bodies crushed,
souls discarded,
where fathers sigh their final farewell
for a wife never to be held again,
for a cup of strong Arak never to be sipped
once more by the lips of a free man,
where hope is shackled
and tortured
until the final moments of darkness.
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