PLIGHT OF THE COMFORT WOMEN
Plucked from their happy homes,
Cataloged as military supplies,
They were shipped in livestock wagons.
Even prepubescent girls bore the brunt.
And thus began their hellish lives.
Of being systematically Raped by the sadists.
Warned not to resist or be killed
All they could do was close their eyes.
And suffer silently.
40 men a day,years on end
After they were stripped of their dignity
Hours a day,
They could barely stand or walk.
Their skin bore of cigarette burns
Some became insane.
Some got badly injured.
Hence these were the "unwanted goods"
And so were shot down,their corpses burned.
Even the doctors raped them
When the medical checkups were held.
Ones with venereal diseases were abandoned to die alone.
Forced abortion for others.
Who deserves this kind of life ?
Men's war,Women's scar.
When last strand of war began.
They were forced to commit suicide
shot down by firing squads
hand grenades tossed in their dugouts.
Then the war ended.
But their suffering did not.
Families refused to accept them.
They had lost their souls by then
an ordeal worse than death itself.
"I was born a woman,"
"But never lived as one."
Survivor Kim bok dung had said.
Sometimes I see them in my dreams.
Where they are in heaven.
Dining with Mother Mary.
And if the sands of time,
Were to somehow change,
I wish they relive their deserved lives.
Each and every one of them.