THE SINFUL DETENTION

A true story of a japanese girl Junko Furuta, a girl aged 16 years, abducted, raped and finally killed. 

          Vivid images of the sufferings obscure,

          Abducted by the group of savages four,

          For thrice the fortnights and two days more,

          My story begins with the frightful roar.

Day 1 : My parents could not have a trace of me,

             Was unknown of  what the next would be,

             Captors mocked at my urges and plea,

             And molested me to the extent no one could see.

             By hordes of beasts i was stripped for long,

             Molesters did to me every wrong,

             Fed on cockroaches and pee all day long,

             Life could not be a more dreadful song.

Day 11: Hands tied to ceiling and beaten hard,

              Weights were thrown on my belly part,

              When tried to escape with hopeful heart,

              Was caught and this led to another weird start.

             Punished by cigarette burnings on my arm,

             Flammable liquid poured on my feet and palm,

             Lit me on fire for their momentary charm,

             Did to me all the intended harm.

Day 20: Hands were smashed and fingernails cracked,,

                  Skewers,golf club and fireworks lit and smacked,

                  Needles and pliers on my breasts were stabbed,

                  Yet this wasn't the end, for much more was lacked.

                   In dark winter nights and place unknown,

                   They pushed me to strip on my own,

                    And forced me to sleep in balcony alone,

                    Where my suffering was my companion that i had known.

Day 30: Onto my face hot wax they applied,

                   Plucked my eyelids whenever I cried,

                   All left in me was an earthly hide,

                   Because the soul within me had already died.

Day 40: I greeted the new year's day alone

                  Mercy became my new year song

                  The torture they did wasn't bearable for long

                   So I pleaded to end my life's mournful song

Day 44:My last day torture lasted for two hours,

                   Now my end did not seem too far,

                   Their last blow was as hard as it could be,

                    They lit me to fire before they could flee.

                   Sufferings were many and cries too,

                    Injuries were dumb mouths to the pain i had gone through,

                    My imperative shouts were suppressed to none,

                    I quit at last, for "the sinful detention" has been done.