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999?
woken by the rush of a door
against its frame...
The frantic screaming
of a young woman
followed by the laughter of men.
Black men, shouting
'HOLD HER DOWN.
HOLD HER DOWN.'
Is that a fucking rape up there?
All of a sudden
it's trips to the toilet,
the sound of the washing up,
a nasal bloke shouting
through a door.
What the fuck are they doing?
I almost dialed 999,
but I held for a while...
Let the fuckers torture
each other.
Barbarity belongs with them.
against its frame...
The frantic screaming
of a young woman
followed by the laughter of men.
Black men, shouting
'HOLD HER DOWN.
HOLD HER DOWN.'
Is that a fucking rape up there?
All of a sudden
it's trips to the toilet,
the sound of the washing up,
a nasal bloke shouting
through a door.
What the fuck are they doing?
I almost dialed 999,
but I held for a while...
Let the fuckers torture
each other.
Barbarity belongs with them.
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