This Poem is Torture (Revised)

This Poem is Torture

1. A Prison

After 9/11 something had to be done

Said Bush

Declare war on terror
Build a prison to hold the enemy

Guantanamo Bay

Built to imprison enemies

But used to hurt people

And it hasn't stopped

How is it even possible for our leaders to make so many bad decisions?
They cut deep into our history like surgical incisions

The US thinks it's superior
and treats other countries like they are inferior

And when this happened

America built mixed nationality monster

And this monster was beat down

While America watched

2. The Monster

29% Afghan

17% Saudi

15% Yemeni

9% Pakistani

3% Algerian

Think about what they have in common

Imagine being trapped and attacked

In Guantanamo Bay

it happens every day

They walk through the halls in fear

Others drip with sweat and blood

They kneel at the feet of soldiers

All they see is the pitch blackness that is blankets over them by hoods & masks

Their hands are bound by cuffs

For the guards enough is not enough

Who’s next?

In this scenario it could be you

But a scenario is not always fake

The day Bush let torture take over

He proved nightmares are real

    3. The Executioners

The Monster was already down

But it needed to stay down

So they  kicked them and didn’t stop

The sounds of military boots thudding could be heard  across the world

It was so bad that the UN stated it was against human rights law

And still soldiers beat them until they're raw

Soldiers were built to torture
Programmed to do it without emotion

A prisoner strapped to a bench and held down
Guards pour water in his face
Until he thinks he's drowning
They strip him down
And repeat the process
Make it ice cold this time


Like a child in a time out
The prisoner faces the wall
For days
When that doesn't work
They are taken away
And slammed back against it repeatedly

Prisoners put their hands up
Better not bring them down
They stay like this for days
The pain is so much they can't sleep

Open hand face slaps
Placed in headlocks
struggle but still held still
Executioners get primitive
The Prisoners are slapped in the face
But with an open hand
Another Guard grabs their head and holds it still
Against their will

Prisoners are grabbed
And forced against a wall
So they can take their next punishment
Their shirts lifted up
And They brace for pain
A guard quickly slaps their stomachs
And the prisoner cries out

Prisoners are starved
No food for Prisoners

Well there is “food”
But food is now liquid for them
After dinner they are locked away again
In a small space

For their sake

I hope they finally know their place

Which is to run away

But sadly they can't cause they're trapped

In Guantanamo Bay

  

This poem is about the problems with Guantanamo Bay and the torture that goes on inside it. For making this poem I tried to focus on the different point of views that people see this issue from. The first chapter "A Prison" was meant to give background to why we started the camp and what was wrong with their reasoning. The second chapter "The Monster" was meant to be seen from the perspective of the prisoners inside the camp. This perspective was meant to show how horrendous it felt to live there. The final chapter "The Executioners" was meant to be from the perspective of the guards that worked there. Even though I don't Focus on a specific thought from the guards I talked about the torture methods that they used against the prisoners.

This poem is Torture

This poem is about the law that restricts the government to use torture. The problem is not that we aren't allowed, the problem is that some of us in America believe that we should so they vote on it. It's important to me because common sense is important to me. And it doesn't make sense to torture each other. In my opinion I think that we are all included in the word "We" when it comes to the world. One analogy I used in the poem was slavery. We used to believe that slavery was not only important, but necessary. When my poem is read I want the reader to think about what is really necessary because it's us who has to give someone or something it's importance.

WE say torture is bad right?
Not when WE use it I guess
And of course WE won't feel bad right?
WE keep putting a vote on it and somehow people say yes
What happened to AMERICA?
WE used to care
WE used to try our hardest to make everything fair
These days WE whine about our feelings
But WE don't pay attention to the lives that we're stealing
While WE still haven't decided if WE would let the military torture humans
Do you think WE want that looming
Over our heads
No
I didn't think so
Our problems are nothing compared to the ones WE create
How can WE spread love of WE only cause hate?
How can WE say we’re number one if WE tear others down to get our way
WE can't
Because WE would all feel regret
And WE try to wash our hands because they are covered in blood, wet
After WE realize that the blood is stained into our skin
And the retaliation
Do you think that WE won't cause any issues?
In the end we'll all be crying And we'll need tissues
And to force a person to torture another is a punishment to OUR own
WE have to remember that the world is not a plot WE own
America turns from a hero a monster
That's a shame
WE used to be a straight shot
But now WE have a twisted aim
How is it even possible for us to make so many bad decisions?
They cut deep into our history like surgical incisions
First trump
Then our schools
And now torture
WE sure are number one
Just shoot at the head and it's done
What happened to sympathy?
Isn't it's psychopathic once WE stop feeling empathy?
Isn't it a bad thing once WE stop feeling regret?
I guess it's easy for us
Because with our own problems WE forget
And how do WE numb the pain?
With our own problems
And I don't think WE'll ever solve them
WE need to stop being selfish and think about the bigger picture
WE need to build a New foundation and build a new fixture
WE need to find compassion in our hearts again
And maybe WE could be forgiven
But honestly history always repeats
And slavery is one of our many feats
Torture has always been around and it has always WEnt wrong
If WE cut the cycle now then WE won't have to say sorry later like WE always do
And with slavery
My ancestors had bravery
Because they WEre forced to be in harsh situation
And somehow that was agreed upon by an entire nation
WE say WE follow God but it sounds like WE follow Satan
That's why other countries will always be hatin'
Once WE learn to stop and restrain ourselves
Them WE won't have to worry about a nuclear war
WE won't have to worry about North Korea trying to "take over the world"

WE need to understand that “WE” doesn’t exist

There is only us and as a unified group we hurt each other

Think about yourself

Because you’re selfish

America is turning into a disease like an allergy to shellfish

That's why we travel we travel overseas

And we wonder how we somehow make so many enemies

Just kidding

We know

Yet we think we grow

Well we grow bigger but we don’t change

We don’t grow in knowledge or compassion

But we grow like a tumor

Sucking the life from the world’s brain

We think we gain wisdom

But we still act primitive today

We act like people don't change but

We are all people

Remember slavery?

Not many people do

What if I reminded you that it was only 150 years ago?

I'm there right now

With my fellow slaves

We’re trying to save ourselves

Someone it's only a matter of time before we run out of options

Torture is the final solution

It feels uncomfortable at the bottom

We cut our way to the top

Now we are the new masters