There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
She first heard the voice of the oppressor on a hot day in May, right at the turn of the century. It called her and beckoned her and frightened her. Little did she know that by giving ear to that voice, her suffering would go unabated for a time, times and half a time, plus time without end. The oppressor has mocked her, tortured her and tormented her every moment of her life since she first heard those fateful tones. She has spent the last fifteen years in a living hell, cursing her day, like Job, who thought it better to be dead than to hear the voice of the oppressor
The oppressor reviles her and he taunts her. His voice is like nails scraping down a chalkboard. His screams and his utterances tear at her brain like fetid talons, threatening to rip away her sanity. She takes pills and medicines, but they only seem to strengthen the voice of the oppressor. She turns the music up as loud as she can bear, but this only causes the neighbours to join the oppressor in their raucous chorus. If only everyone would JUST. SHUT. UP. But they don’t shut up.
There is no peace. There is nothing but noise. Everyone is the oppressor. They all speak, much too loudly. The noise of their music makes her brain hurt. The sound of their voices attacks her and causes her so much pain. When she screams they look at her like they don’t understand and the oppression starts all over again.
“How long?” she wonders.
“How long?!” they scream.
The oppressor laughs and it is terrible. His voice roars in her ears like thunder. His mocking tears at the core of her very soul. She speaks, but the only voice that escapes her mouth is the voice of the oppressor.
The oppressor tells her things. Terrible things. Things too terrible to repeat. She knows the oppressor is a liar, but he has her tongue now and sometimes it is his voice that screams things when she opens her mouth. She abhors lies, but they slide from her lips like liquid silk. She wants you to know that what you hear is the voice of the oppressor.
Please. Please God, make the voice of the oppressor cease. Silence the oppressor and let peace reign on the earth. Grant her rest from this torment. Grant her peace in the midst of the storm.