I will come to haunt you
I have been broken beyond repair
Do you know how it feels
to have your clothes ripped
naked, unconscious
and then your body, ripped
like a shredded disposable bloody piece of flesh
and then your spirit, ripped
that refuses to live and die at the same time
I will not give in or give up
Oh no, I will not go away
I will come to haunt you

I will come to haunt you
Every time you see tinted glasses
a metal rod
a passing bus
the light, the night
his face, her face
Every time, every time your heart beats
I will not be forgotten, written off
disappear from the headlines i will
but from your consciousness, i will not
because I will come to haunt you

I will come to haunt you
Protest, like I did
Scream, like I did
Do it all
‘cos my fall was your falling
‘cos my call, is your calling
I will not be ashamed
or damned
or scared
or scarred
I am broken beyond repair
but I cannot be trashed
not by the Ministers
not by the Leaders
not by the Police or Media
not by you
‘cos you will see me
as I come to haunt you

I will come to haunt you
Not of my own will or desire
Because I could not care much
but for your sake
to keep you aware, awake
that when you walk on the road
that when you take a bus
that when you smile
that when you go the next mile
the perverse
the perverted
the inhuman
the barbaric
are all there, out there
so don’t spare
a moment to let off your guard
because I will come to haunt you
in this city of dead living

This post originally appeared on the blog Outlandish and has been republished with kind permission from the author.

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