Let it Burn

A crack

in my

Mask of Sanity

loose the

bonds of

this Cloak of Civility

binding

bubbling cauldron

churning to a boil

stoked by Rage

spluttering molten blood

birthing

madness

oh trembling

trembles

from unspeakable desire

sweet, sweet the ache

I am a blaze

I am a boil

cracked

this mask

loose

these binds

take the

sacred waters

of Peace

throw,

THROW

away

lest

they quench

the inferno

let

it

now

burn

free

 

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Mother kills Rapist – 25th December,2014

A gulf mother, enraged by the rape of her teenage daughter tracked and stabbed her daughter’s rapist at Malalaua this morning.

Police say the woman tracked the alleged rapist to his hiding place in the outskirts of Malalaua and stabbed him with a knife four times in the back.

Charges downgraded for mum who killed rapist – 26 December 2014

Police in Gulf reported that a mother who killed her daughter’s rapist on Christmas Eve in Malalaua will have her murder charges downgraded to man slaughter.

Gulf Provincial Police Commander Lincon Gerari says several witnesses came forward and police established that the mother was acting in self-defence.

Markham Father kills daughter’s rapist – October 19, 2014

A Markham man handed himself over to the Morobe police after he stabbed a man who had allegedly raped his 10-year-old daughter last year.

Morobe Police commander Kaiglo Ambane says the man Kaiapit tracked down and stabbed a man who had sexually assaulted his daughter during 2013 Christmas holidays.

PPC Ambane says the incident took place on December the 20th when the man enticed the man’s daughter with PK chewing gum to go with him to a river near the village.

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Years ago I would read or hear of news stories like the ones above and wondered how I would react. Would I be able to walk away and leave it to the hands of the police.

Then I was faced with the possibility my daughter was being abused by a relative. I was filled with a rage I never felt before.

This poem came from that experience. Those emotions I felt.

I know its disturbing.

Why???

missing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cocooned

they metamorphosis

till ready

to break out

to take flight

wet winged

they emerge alas…

tis not sunlight

they find

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Sad thing is..it happens all over the world.

Girls, 10, selling sex

A REPORT on child labour in the country says children entered the sex trade from as young as 10 years.
The report is on the rapid assessment in Port Moresby on commercial sexual exploitation of children and children working on the streets based on a survey conducted between Dec 2010 and Jan 2011 by the University of South Pacific, National Research Institute and the Young Women’s Christian Association.
A total 175 children participated and 161 of them were interviewed using questionnaires. Most of the children interviewed were 17 years old, the youngest was 12 and 90% of the children interviewed were young girls.
“The most common age at which children entered sex work was 15 years (34%) but some of the children entered into commercial sexual exploitation from as young as 10years of age,” the report said.
“Forty-one per cent of the children were sex workers before the age of 15, which indicates that children enter the sex trade from a very young age.”

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Walls

Marble walls all around me

If they could see,
would they see me?

Plush carpet under me

If it could feel,
would it feel me?

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In order to make ends meet I have gone back to work.

My job requires long hours and is mentally draining.

While I would love to keep writing but reality means I need to juggle which I am not really good at.

So my posts might be more irregular than they already are.

I’m sitting outside my office all dressed up and like a plastic doll with a painted on grin.