Let it Burn

A crack

in my

Mask of Sanity

loose the

bonds of

this Cloak of Civility


bubbling cauldron

churning to a boil

stoked by Rage

spluttering molten blood



oh trembling


from unspeakable desire

sweet, sweet the ache

I am a blaze

I am a boil


this mask


these binds

take the

sacred waters

of Peace





they quench

the inferno








Mother kills Rapist – 25th December,2014

A gulf mother, enraged by the rape of her teenage daughter tracked and stabbed her daughter’s rapist at Malalaua this morning.

Police say the woman tracked the alleged rapist to his hiding place in the outskirts of Malalaua and stabbed him with a knife four times in the back.

Charges downgraded for mum who killed rapist – 26 December 2014

Police in Gulf reported that a mother who killed her daughter’s rapist on Christmas Eve in Malalaua will have her murder charges downgraded to man slaughter.

Gulf Provincial Police Commander Lincon Gerari says several witnesses came forward and police established that the mother was acting in self-defence.

Markham Father kills daughter’s rapist – October 19, 2014

A Markham man handed himself over to the Morobe police after he stabbed a man who had allegedly raped his 10-year-old daughter last year.

Morobe Police commander Kaiglo Ambane says the man Kaiapit tracked down and stabbed a man who had sexually assaulted his daughter during 2013 Christmas holidays.

PPC Ambane says the incident took place on December the 20th when the man enticed the man’s daughter with PK chewing gum to go with him to a river near the village.


Years ago I would read or hear of news stories like the ones above and wondered how I would react. Would I be able to walk away and leave it to the hands of the police.

Then I was faced with the possibility my daughter was being abused by a relative. I was filled with a rage I never felt before.

This poem came from that experience. Those emotions I felt.

I know its disturbing.




We take the pain
Enough is enough

We cry in pain
Enough is enough

We live in fear
Enough is enough

So listen
Enough is enough

by Karlsem Wilmot 14 yrs old


It is easier to build strong children then to repair broken men – Frederick Douglas

No hidey hole

No hidey hole
I try to run,
I try to hide,
there is no hidey hole,
he can’t find,

On tiptoes,
I peek outside,
and wave to my friends,
playing outside,

Shut my eyes tight,
and I’m by their side,
until he yanks my hair,
and brings me back inside.



 Far away eyes,

Runaway mind,



From terrors,



New friends,


 to the ordinary eye,


Another home,

Another husband,

Another life,


Worlds friendlier,

safer than reality,



 where we can’t be

 worlds that hold,

no memories


‘For you I will’


There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.

I have written about one friend. This is another. 

The Feast of Gloom

The Feast of Gloom 

Break the moon in half

rip down the stars

dine with me in this

half lit gloom


Let’s drink to dejection,

bottoms up,


relax in the ambiance

 of hopelessness


be entertained by

the Wails of Misery


let’s hunt

the creature of Gloom

stalk it

chase it

corner it

kill it


Eat up

gorge my friend


let the juices of hope

trickle down our cheeks

SWIPE them away


slurp up sorrow

ahhh sweet sweet despair

snack on despondency





for desert

our favorite bits

lick up

Pity Me

have a bite of

Poor Me

gulp down

Why me

Me, Me and Me




Little boy on the street

Little boy on the street

 Little boy on the street,

worried about what to eat,

wondering where to sleep,

mom’s on the piss,

dad’s doing deals,

knows if he goes home,

he’s gonna be beat,

for telling about the drugs,

under the kitchen sink,

decides to turn a trick,

just one to meet his needs,

goes with a creep,

Who wants more than,

he’s prepared to give,

ends up 6 feet deep,

so his mama needs a drink,

and daddy do more deals,

to protect his sister,

from the streets.