"Free" & Ruined Lives.

Layla Anwar, An Arab Woman Blues - Reflections in a sealed bottle

I am "Free". He is "Free". She is "Free". They are "Free". And you are only a spectator... Free, Freedom, Democracy. I shudder at these words.I want to burn Plato's Republic and spit on your Constitution, on your Founding Fathers, on your Laws... Free limbs, detached, solitary limbs, scattered to the four cardinal points and a bleeding heart in the middle, like a compass.An arm to the West, a leg to the East, a head down South and a torso up North...And that damned bleeding heart in the Center. Free, so free...Free, free in Prisons. Free, so free in Detention centers... Detention centers in the Mnistry of Interior, Ministry of Defense and Ministry of Justice!Crammed, packed, jammed... The smell of blood, urine and feces...covering the infected wounds. Wounds of torture born on transparent skins covering rib cages...Free, so free. Tortured and Free in American camps. Sodomized and Free - American democracy flavor. Tortured and Free, whipped by sectarianism - Iranian flavor. Oh so Free. Free to die. Free to cry. Free to mourn. Free to flee. Free to escape. Free at the borders...jammed, packed. Two thousand "free souls" flee a day. They amass at frontiers, waiting for a stamp on that damned Green passport...that cursed passport...

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