The Descent (For adults, sensitive material)

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!”

The Stun Gun Lunge of the Year 2021

Update: I wrote this poem years ago when the stun gun began to be used. This man is not a dangerous criminal (See dailymail.co.uk – Native American Marine tased by park ranger) but he was treated like one. The device is just so easy to use; and it’s so easy for a poorly trained policeman to forget the approved procedure of arrest when a click of a button can bring a person screaming at law enforcement’s feet. Women have been tazed for refusing to put on masks in the pandemic after explaining they have asthma. This device, wrongly used, can become judge, jury and verdict/sentence; and if you have a weak heart or pacemaker, it can be your final judge.

Let me tell you the story
Of a man named, Fool.
He thought he had free speech,
and that his pen was his tool.

Better take stock, Doc,
or your in for a shock.

They dragged him into court,
but they couldn’t keep him quiet.
He shouted, ‘I’ve committed no crime! ‘
They charged, ‘You tried to start a riot! ‘

They’ve got the gun, son,
They can stun!

The judge pounded his gavel. ‘You are
charged with writing a fusillade
of ideas criticizing our great leader,
who was choosen by God!

‘Try to hide, Clyde,
or you’ll get fried!

The judge ordered the guard,
‘Activate the device.’
‘Don’t stun me – I’m bound hand and foot! ‘
The guard pressed the button,
and Fool paid the price!

Writhing and moaning as if in some
invisible Hell, the prisoner fell.
A man in the courtroom spoke.
‘Was it right to use it? Was it justified?
Look at those spasms! He might have died!

Better conform norm or it could get warm.

The judge’s glared. His nostrils flared
The man retreated a few steps.
The guard stared.

Head for the ditch, Rich,
or you may do the e-twitch.

Stay on track, Mack,
or your gonna’ get zapped.

So be careful, my friend,
before you take that plunge,
or you may be dancin’
The Stun Gun Lunge! ‘

A Bouquet for Assange – The Flowers Speak

If truth were a flower,
It would bask in the sun
A thing of beauty
A threat to none.

But truth is a searchlight
Surpassing the sun,
Unveiling secrets – secrets that
Can leave liars undone!

Freesia – innocence
Rose – Transparency of intent
English Bluebell – Constancy, purity
English Daisy – Innocence

Anemones – Protect against evil
Sunflower – Dedication
Snapdragon – Protect against lies
Aster – Wisdom
Nasturtium (red) – Courage, Passion
Gladiolus – Sincerity, Strength of Character
Echinacea – Healing

Tazing: The New Mask of Police Brutality?

The Lady of Sabadell

A lady of Spain didn’t wear as mask
While bringing her mom to an appointment.
She was tased by the brass
’till she screamed as the taser sent
Its pain into tortured flesh, police blessed.

Question: Could all the Cathedral Bells of Almudena
Drown out the screams of the Lady of Sabadell?

Or the lady with asthma tased in Ohio who refused to mask

At son’s football game;
They said she only had herself to blame!
Their ignorance is believable but when will our
#police be properly trained?!


Let Me Stand Among the Wailing Women (warning: tragic deaths in Mozambique – sensitive material)

Smoke, still rising from that yet
Warm , once living, mound of ashes.
People, beheaded, chopped to pieces,
Men, women, children! Now, gray, dry, flakes.
Residue tossed in the wind, brushed aside
As if it were nothing. People who once
Laughed, breathed, talked, cried – SCREAMED!
Over time TWO THOUSAND killed! 430,000 left homeless!
One doesn’t need to have known
Them to bow one’s head and murmur
A prayer. Let me stand with the *Wailing Women:
I am so sorry for your most grievous deaths!
While all the flowers in existence would not be enough,
Yet let me leave one red rose; in the midst of this sorrow,
That I may place it upon these ashes…

Photo by Engin Akyurt from Pexels

Revised November 12, 2020

*Wailing Women In ancient times – special women were called to express grief for the dead.

*Militant Islamists “behead more than 50” news yahoo.com November 10, 2020

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