Torture wreaked havoc with his mind’s sanity The anguish just chilled me to the core As the beatings continue to reduce him He is scared he’ll not take too much more.
Again the water washed over and woke him The bucket clanging as they threw it back down Once again he was taken to the table ‘Waterboarding‘ I thought with a frown.
He was laid on his back and then tied down They put towels over his mouth and his nose They poured and they poured water on him Once again in his chest panic rose.
A reporter who’d been caught in the crossfire There was no information he could tell No amount of hard beatings and torture Could make him give secrets he’d not held.
Beaten and bloodied he is taken Back as before to his cell He’s told them all that he ever could tell them But he still can’t escape from this hell.
He languishes in his cell I am certain He cries out for mercy from each pore I know that they still give him more beatings I see him as he hobbles past my cell door.