My Left One

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Gulping water in now.
I held until I could no longer
Keep from gasping for one last breath.
I got here somehow.
Said the wrong thing to the wrong someone
And was sent to an existence worse than death.

Bars rise around me,
Like grasses from the fields of youth
In which we picked berries in bare feet.
Pushed onto each knee.
A floor of freezing concrete
So cold the pain burns like searing heat.

The sound of mad dogs
And madder men at the leash
Fills the room and vibrates my skull.
Righting no wrongs,
My family, my job, my life,
Never seen, never heard, nonexistent, null.

The ladder before me spans
From here to the seat of Gods.
Presumed innocent yet beaten blind.
Finally an end at the hands
Of a paranoid militant empire
Born of tortured ego and incomplete mind.

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If it looks like, sounds like acts like torture, it IS.

In this country, everyone is presumed innocent until proven guilty. That means we're waterboarding and renditioning innocent people.

I just don't get the power motive, anyway. Are the nation's leaders such cowards that they have to harm innocent people to  minimize their fear?

(answer is YES, BTW)