do I follow the white rabbit
past your spinning arms
the hypnotic twist of your wires
and blinding burn of your blades
they cut out her clitoris, his penis
bled till the eyes fell out of their head
then placed back, for the torture lasts
longer than you can hold your breath
come up for air, and find more men
some clothed, some nude
holding shards of glass, wooden pegs
or simply dying to taste your young flesh
I see a U.S flag, and naval base insignia
a pastor walks too quickly past this room
has his Christ too condoned my suffering?
or is he in on the massacre as well
they extract my body for game, for prize
feel the humanity drain from my eyes
am I a prisoner of war? or a child lost
in a country that cares more for celebrity
than the truth, Hollywood finds us delicious
but I just want to be free, when it stops
the undying agony of looking down
and seeing new holes where there were none
finding a dog lapping up your blood
and someone in a lab coat adjusting
what appears to be electrical equipment
shock the shit out of me, then say
that’s my dinner, you fucking scum
how do taxpayers pay for my desolation?
when you get up in the morning
before you rush to your busy cooperate world
do you think of me? think of us?
shit happens, and I’m at the bottom of it all
I used to speak several languages
now they programmed me
to ejaculate on command
and terminate the lives of politicians
they no longer find useful
where are the saviors proclaimed on TV
the freedom fighters, the patriots?
oh wait, they’re playing a football game
while the owners divy up the trafficked
