One Million and a Half Stories On the Art of Torture

Nobody moves...nobody talks, And who dares...gets sharp folks, Stuff his mouth...stuff her rear, Terror reigns and tearing fear, Disfigured being a pierced face, To whomsoever present my case? They are all backing his daily deed, This new species...inhuman breed, Countless kids they're all slain Like Abel by Brother Cain, Ali does not need his bath, Because he had it already red, Nor Omar needs to eat, He had the entire menu and a treat, Can't you see his swollen tummy, Wrapped like an Egyptian mummy? Torture is still on, Celebrating one million and a half at down, With a French bleach, And an Italian stitch, With a Spanish applause, And an Anglo-Saxon pose.