On the Appointment of Alberto Gonzales as US Attorney General
The world does not listen to your muffled, bubble scream,
Only you listen.
The world does not feel the cold water in your lungs,
Only you feel.
The world does not suffer the hand that grips your neck,
Only you suffer.
In the impenetrable whiteness,
Barricaded by columns,
Protected by Gun Metal Blue,
Watched by Glass eyes,
Hispanic skin puts pen to Caucasian paper.
War becomes peace,
Freedom becomes slavery,
Ignorance becomes strength,
With the flourish of a pen, torture becomes something less than itself.
© Fathercrow 2005