The Torture Poem by nimal dunuhinga

It sounds very inhuman and stinks as excrement.
If an individual or a prominent organization could eradicate this ugly word from dictionaries or Encyclopedias or give a timely pleasant different meaning to the next generation,
That would be a great merit.

* [ We had inspection everyday in prison, two wardresses walk in, They order you to stand up, They take off your clothes.They start by inspecting your shoes as you stand there stark naked.They go through your panties, your bra, They go through every seam of every garment.Then go through your hair and-of course they never succeeded with me, But with female prisoners it's a common practice-They inspect the vagina.]
'Part of my soul went with him: Detention and Trial,1969'
-Winnie Mandela