
Once upon a time when a man lost the plot he was told whence and where to go! The Donald go!

Once upon a time when a man lost the plot he was told whence and where to go! The Donald go!

Who is Liu Xia?
I live like a plant in the day
With no voice and no human interaction
Or like a corpse at night…
I curl into a ball
As somebody knocks at the door
My neck starts to stiffen
But I cannot leave…
I speak to myself too solitary
I have not the right to speak, to speak loudly!
I live like a plant
I lie like a corpse!
Rob Cullen: Apologies for a poor rendition of Liu Xia’s poem.
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Start 2018 with a jig in your step and some verse to hold onto the light!
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Giulio Regeni Disappeared
On 25th January 2016 Giulio Regeni disappeared?
And nine days later as if by magic reappeared.
Words like disappeared seem so utterly stupid
as if the torturers and killers didn’t know then and now
who I was, where I was, and what they’d done to me
over those long hours, of those nine days and nights.
Now in the silence I will speak about me and them.
Three times you broke my bones, and tore the nails
from my feet, and my hands and please forgive me
I confess I fully lost count of the number of times
you burnt me with cigarettes. Did you forget?
And you punctured my body with stab wounds.
And how could I overlook the sparks and electrodes
on my genitals, after all I was a man among you men
and then you severed my spine with that final blow.
And so you took my life. Another of those stupid phrases
but the torturers and executioners have many lives.
So many lives. Far too many for me to describe.
Imagine them with their wives and their children
with all that blood and gore, my blood washed
and cleansed, as they handle their daughters, sons,
mothers too. The intimate way they touch their wives.
How are they clean and free from all that stains them?
How do they forget what it felt like holding me down?
Of the sound of my breathing, of the smell of my sweat
as they strapped me and held me down. Is it forgotten?
Let’s agree not to call them monsters and demons.
Shall we? They are brothers, fathers, uncles, sons.
if we make them different, we act and conspire
to make them special, different to the rest of us.
Making them different provides an excuse for us
to say too that we would not do what they did or do,
when in fact they are like us, all of us, me and you.
A sickness has been unleashed on this earth, this world.
Humans look at what you are, and all of what you do.
On 25th January 2016 Giulio Regeni disappeared.
The executioner’s reality was – he was in plain view!
Paola Deffendi is still waiting.
Paola Deffendi is waiting.
Giulio Regeni her son lies buried under a line of cypress trees.
Her son’s gravestone is just a plain marble slab.
Unadorned except for flowers, devotional candles and a small photograph
His face open and earnest.
Paola Deffendi is waiting.
‘It’s all over, the happiness of our family was so short.’’
She waits for justice to be done and for truth to be told.
Veritas for Giulio Regeni.
And love will triumph, love for a child will not be out done.
His face open and earnest.
Paola Deffendi is waiting.
Nagy said – ‘‘We will just have to wait. Inshallah, something will come of it.’’
And the secrecy of darkness enfolds always playing for time.
Hoping people will forget, and we and the world will stop watching.
And Giulio Regeni lies buried under a line of cypress trees
His gravestone a plain marble slab.
Paola Deffendi is waiting.
For the real truth and not the convenient truth to be revealed.
And those at the top who know – have secrets in the darkness of their hearts
Giulio Regini’s broken and violated body was left propped up
Waiting to be found. But they’d found it already
It was in plain view. And they knew, they knew.
Paola Deffendi is waiting.
A mother honours the child she brought into this world,
The son she loved and watched as any mother would.
A child who grew into manhood with brilliance and compassion
And the intense inquisitiveness that showed his humanity
And now Giulio Regeni lies buried under a line of cypress trees.
“But we will not stop until we find an answer. We owe it to his mother.”
A love song to Giulio Regini and the disappeared.
Your soul is a bright shining flame
A beacon shining through darkness
For those who stand in days brightness.
It will never light those hiding in shame
Your spirit is the brightest of stars
That sparkles glowing in the night sky
So bright it shines through the lie
Of those who took you in their cars.
Your name and life will be remembered
Poems will be written about you
Love songs will be sung to you
Your name and life will be honoured.
This is a love song to Giulio Regini
And to all those who disappeared
Whose lives and memories are dear
For all those taken from the warmth
Of their families and people they loved
This a love song to sing to the stars
This a love song to be sung loud and clear
This is a love song to Giulio Regini.
©RobCullen2017
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