A still from a film adaption of Jean-Paul Satre’s play No Exit, about a hell where people are tormented by each other’s company. It was excellent and I recommend you watch it, although many might not take to even the possibility of its point being legitimate. The following poem is similar, but with a twist. I hope you like it.
“A Saint of Light’s compassion is as deep as the sea”
– From an old Japanese folk-tale
From one man to another
She’s traded like she has no will:
Someone wanted this.
Confined from now to Death
The criminal tolerates injustice:
Someone thinks that fair.
Faced with his demise
Then taken off Death Row:
This jokingly called Mercy.
Hated and shunned
After being raped when on a date:
Blamed for victimhood.
There is a million scenes unfolding
Just like these ones every day.
Horror will never be exhausted,
Yet Avalokiteshvara
Vowed to find a way.