Abu Ghraib
by Richard Swanson

Whatever was in the mind
of us? Find it in words!
What does it say of our kind

who practiced a devil's design
there, of torture as cure?
Whatever was in the mind

to think that screams confined
wouldn't be, couldn't be heard?
What does it say of our kind

of vision, that we'd find
through shaming a way to stir
whatever was in the mind

of people outside toward blind,
cold acts of vengeance undeterred?
What does it say of our kind

of stupefied logic, leaving behind
all reason? How absurd,
whatever was in the mind.
What does it say of our kind?


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Copyright © 2007 - Richard Swanson
Published: 3/29/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem