Collateral Damage
I look pleadingly into their eyes
as they pull the last of my fingernails,
The pain is excruciating and I pass out
amid my heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed in total darkness,
I find myself lying naked, it appears,
in my own blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around but could see nothing,
I touch gingerly and find my eyes swollen shut,
My nose punched into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open, all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I?
What have they done to me?
What do they want of me?
I know nothing, I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family here,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of
Jihadi cells or terrorist network?
I begin quivering in sheer terror--
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?
("Rendition" --The practice of sending a terrorist suspect
covertly to be interrogated in a country with less rigorous
regulations for the humane treatment of prisoners.
"Show Me Your Spirit" contest by FJ Thomas
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2015
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