Finger
Pound for poundit hits my frameregretschoke my memorycould have been a dreambut it wasn't palms cupping my browsviolently head pushed backagainst the concretefor her it was the floor for you the lamppost we struggledtogether I broke those fingersfought it outwe thrashedyou did , she did , I didlight was relative for sight was stolenthe hands closed upon my eyes - your eyesreaching out I could feelsinewy arms , I thumped , it groanedheadlockfor fear of being heard, it /she/ he never spokeI stopped moving for fear of a broken neckheadlockI remembered my voiceand just as I dida finger went down my throatI convulsed, you gaggedI could hear you from miles awaynoisy neighbours we were christenedour outrage muffledthis government machinery will have us labelled as noise makerswe the victims would not be allowed to screamour fellow citizens think us noise makersand when we should be fightingwe give upfor no-one wantsa finger in the throatand when (your motherland, fatherland)thinks we quietened enoughit leaves us moving on to the next victimknowing for sure the citizenry backs themknowing for certainno one loves a sore throat encore Thus grows the culture of silence And so do all revolutions die-Koranteng Joshua Yaw…
