There is no level of violence,
That could be described,
Whether sexual,psychological,physical,
All are termed as abuse,
Poor civilians that were once ruled,
By a monster called Saddam,
Face foreign monsters today,
Americans,British soldiers,
All who lied to the world,
That they would save the innocent,
Are now occuppiers,
Now stand and humiliate,
Victims who have hands tied behind,
And bags around their heads,
As they are constantly beaten up,
Sexually abused and molested,
For falling into the wrong hands,
For the very sin of being Iraqi,
For the very sin of being muslim,
For the very sin of being human,
They are punished and tortured,
By sickly minds who please themselves,
By taking photographs,
And tying electric currents,
Around the "victim" who deserves all,
With threats and guns,
As they are made to stoop low,
Humiliated and belittled,
And forced to cry for mercy,
And the empowerment felt by those,
Sickly creatures,
Is so repulsive that I am ashamed,
To belong to a human race,
And death does seem a cleaner,
Purer end to suffering.