Leo Yankevich

Rookie - 66 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvani)

A Hater Learns About Love - Poem by Leo Yankevich

After a long night of interrogation,
followed by a thirty-minute trial,
there was no doubt about it: I was guilty.

So with my teeth tucked in my bleeding mouth,
and with my jaw now wired tightly shut,
a guard named Peter met me at the gate.

Looking different than I had imagined,
he smiled and kicked me point blank in the balls,
then led me like a drunkard down the stairs.

The long dark corridor seemed like a tunnel,
one with no light to mitigate the end,
only a special cell the saint made clear

was for the good, the freedom of us all.


Comments about A Hater Learns About Love by Leo Yankevich

  • Silver Star - 4,072 Points Patricia Grantham (3/31/2014 9:36:00 AM)

    Lots of pain and suffering. The costs are high whatever
    the reason. Inspiring. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 27, 2010



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