Testimony Poem * Anonymous Boy                         

We are suffering, we are hungry
We can never have a normal life again
Our lives do not even compare to that of a pig

Pigs eat, we do not eat
Pigs are free of worry, we worry for our lives
The life of a pig is even unattainable

Our supper, we work like asses and get little in return
My supper, a few coffee surrogates  and some raw carrot leaves

In spite of this, in spite of all that has happened
I am no realist I do not realize the horror of this situation
I am still dreamingI am dreaming about enduring and surviving
I am dreaming of  "fame," to tell the world what has happened