JUNTA

Gone were the keloids of pain,
Scars of the heart, will but forever remain;
Hunt for justice -- fought till I've gotten tired;
What was left is thirst to hear the other men cry.

Together we kill, together we die!
This kept my Bible; poison leaked in my mind.
I stayed in the gang, aiming no more for mere protection,
But to hear my heart's burning beat of getting even.

Revenge! Revenge! My anger shouts louder
than these voices pleading for mercy.
Every kick, every throw, I'd give my all
'till they shriek in vain, and I'd feel no pity.
The blindfolds that locked them in darkness
added fear and doom in their post,
and the devil's just behind me,
guiding my fists in control.

Feel it! Meet the hell I once tasted.
Bathe the mists of blood and sweat and tears.
I'm not myself, worse to think I'm not even sane.
Torturing these neophytes I won't recognize by face.


A prisoner of the past, that's what I am.
When brotherhood is all I seek
and violence is all I found.
That it turned me into a beast
whose now blinded with wrath.
Finding pleasure in welcoming the fraternity's new brods.

The last scream of that last man who fell,
face first on the floor,
made my heart beat, my mind froze,
and forgot how I've gotten mad and cold.
I ran and knelt, grabbed the cloth from his head,
and felt the world fall on me.
No, God, no! Father forgive me...
I can't... I din't...
Just got my younger brother killed?

inspired by one of the victims of hazing in 2014