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| Written by william vercelli | |
| Tuesday, 26 February 2008 23:53 | |
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For here I am a useless dog, obtesting on the floor. I feel submissive in your presence, squalid, worthless waste, I'm bound and gagged between two stretchers, down to hell I'm faced. Abu Ghraib is where I am, this love has me restrained, I'm penitent, demeaned, repentant, mortified and shamed. All I did was steal your love and now I've been detained, You've urinated veneration, now my heart is stained. Wires piercing through my flesh, you've beaten me with poles, The poles you use to fly your flags that stand in bullet holes. I'm an inmate, you're a soldier walking on my back, You laugh to know I love you as you hear my back bones crack. Just because you know I care, you tease me like a child, Sending all my senses burning, blindfolded and wild. Pure consumption, inclination while Charles Graner looks He watches love pervert my heart and cleave my soul with hooks. I know I'm not the only one who's fallen slave to this, For we're a human pyramid of bodies crushed by bliss. Tormented by my love for you, officials do not care, All they do with broken hearts is ridicule and stare. I am now Al-Jamadi, and you are with thumbs-up, The photos of my corpse will render lovers to give up. Tabloids say it's all a fake, agree or disagree But Abu Ghraib is where I am when you are here with me.
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