So you think that you like “horror.”
Well, I’ve got some for you--
trying fleeing a burning building
with bombs dropping around you.
So you think that you like “kink,”
and want to be whipped and tied.
If you’d been a slave in the antebellum South
this could have been how you died.
So you like to play at “Slave” and “Master.”
What a fucking joke.
Some who were really slaves
died strung up with a rope.
You like watching blood and torture
when it’s on a movie screen.
Aren’t you the lucky one--
you won’t see it again and again, in dreams.
If you’d ever lived outside
your privileged, First World life,
you would not find “entertainment”
in scenes of death and strife.
If you’d ever been a helpless victim
of cruelty or rape,
you would know it’s not entertainment,
but a hell, that some never escape.