Sad

In the old days
nobody wanted
to go to prison
even the mad
were never inclined
brutal
is the only thing
that comes to mind
for the few
that were thrown out
alive
bones crushed
bones splintered
bits missing
like the eye
that was dragged out
of the socket
by the local rats
while the jailer
grows his necklace
with your ears
as you hang
from what they call
stress positions
still wet
from your
water boarding
When one
Looks
Behind
The Curtain
nothing much

Has Really Changed