We Doomed!

Elegy Written in a Prison Courtyard
{to Allen Ginsberg: a voice in perilous times}

Whom torture?
We torture them!
Whom torture?
We torture them!
Whom torture?
We torture them!
Whom torture?
We torture them!

Whom torture?
You torture you!
Whom torture?
You torture you!
Whom torture?
You torture you!
Whom torture?
You torture you!

What do we do?
Who do we torture?
What do we do?
Who do we torture?
What do we do?
Who do we torture?
What do we do?
Who do we torture?

What do we do?
You torture! You torture them!
What do we do?
You torture! You torture them!
What do we do?
We torture! We torture them!
What do we do?
We torture! We torture them!

Whom torture?
We torture you!
Whom torture?
We torture you!
Whom torture?
You torture you!
Whom torture?
You torture you!

We doomed!

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Ginsberg’s Original Poem

And in related news: Flights of Torture

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Will we be forgiven for this crime?

Reuters, Falluja, Sunday: Some locals say the stench of decomposing bodies fills the air. Others tell of children dying because it was too dangerous to get them to help. One family buried their 9-year-old boy in the garden after he bled to death over several hours from a stomach wound. Thousands of refugees are living in makeshift accommodation at camps outside the city, or with relatives.

“It was terrible. We had no water or electricity. I even saw dead bodies lying in the street and a tank rolled over them,” said Mohammed Ali Shalal, a 65-year-old truck driver who fled on Friday and is sheltering with a nephew in nearby Amriya, where 20 people were crammed into a two-bedroom apartment.

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