Sunday, May 29, 2011


Imagine for a minute.

Brick walls. Barbed wire.

Every door, closed. Locked. Numbered.

You, inside. Praying to a god who seems to have forgotten you.

Who you now know has forgotten you.

You're hot, you're cold. Shivering, burning.
Whatever they choose, you suffer it.

The horses have names.
You have a number.

The horses have stalls.
You have a cage.

Finally, freedom.
In a way.

They regret.
But that didn't save you.

Horror. Pain. Loss.

This was Breendonk.
And it wasn't even the worst.

Don't let this happen again.

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