Sometimes seems to sail at a snail’s pace —
slower than it actually does.
A day of idleness from sheer lack of choice
is like a decade,
and two years is like two centuries
for those who languish behind bars
though they committed no crime —
and like three centuries three years can be
for a woman repeatedly violated
by uniformed night beasts from a foreign land
and by the very custodians of her own country’s colors.
