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