The first step was so easy,
Just open the door,
Ignore the warning sign,
That said, “Don’t go one step more!”
Rage is all the sanction that’s needed,
Human rights aren’t for all.
(The second step seemed less steep)
Who cares if we make prisoners crawl?
And so it went, step by step,
So easy, except for the heat;
The bottom step seemed to flicker and glow,
And it seemed a bit warm to the feet.
Here, food was used for rectal rape;
And prisoners moaned, pinned in stress positions.
A judge endlessly pounded her gavel, droning “CLASSIFIED!”
Clearly, the transition from rights to torture, was the mission.
Who was the man at the bottom step?
It was a bit hard to tell…
But he was so warm and friendly,
As he said, “My friends, welcome to Hell!”
