Call It What It Is

Call It What It Is

A Poem by Bob B

Step right up, folks!

Take a look around.

See all the strategies

Your CIA has found

To help "protect" you;

To make you feel safe.

They don't worry

If their tactics make you chafe.

 

The Senate Intelligence

Committee Report

Mentions waterboarding,

And, NO, it's not a sport.

Sleep deprivation--

Does that really work?

It wouldn't take long

Before you went berserk.

 

Rectal re-hydration

Doesn't sound like fun.

It sounds like an enema

With a water gun.

Ice baths--brrr!--

In zero degrees.

Try to imagine

That brain freeze!

 

Isolation rooms!

Trouble would impend

After being locked there

For days on end.

Small box confinement--

That would cause some grief.

You couldn't even stretch out

To get some relief.

 

How about being

Slammed against the wall

Or threatened with death

Until you start to bawl?

Each "enhanced

Interrogation technique"

Causes pain and suffering

And sounds pretty bleak.

 

Let's just call them

What they really are:

They're all forms of torture

And they go too far.

There appears to be no evidence

From connecting all the dots

That the tactics stopped

Imminent plots.

 

I thought that we

Were better than that.

All attempts to justify

Such tactics fall flat.

We have the right to protest--

The right to make a fuss.

I guess more laws are needed

To protect us from us.

 

(12-9-14)

© 2014 Bob B


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