We don’t want nightmares
bodies
piled in ditches
twitching stinking
Yet some prisoners are true
beliefs
in blue stripes on long sleeves
We want the soft warm
slippers
we
want the comfy worn chair
the
reminders of horrors
humans
on humans seeping
through
our fingers.
We’d much rather think
that
what was done
half
a century ago
or
half a world away
just
doesn’t apply to us
tucked
into this safe harbor
The knives and nooses
call
us into action
in
order to prevent them
from
holding their children
in filth and chains
down beneath
the stairs
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