Blood Curdling Boots Of Brutality Poem by John Sensele

Blood-curdling boots of brutality my brow smash
Bloody AK47 butts of my emaciated neck bash
‘Can't breathe, ' says I
‘Traitor, terrorist, ' a cauldron says, 'you'll die.'

Pliers pluck my private parts
Furnace hot cigarette butt my skin smarts
I smell life separating from burning body
It doesn't matter any more to a snitch somebody.

‘Why do you keep insulting the great leader? '
‘It's my freedom of expression, you cadaver feeder'
Haughty hands spank my face
I think I'm dying without a trace.

Back to the dank sty where I'm isolated
Hunger my belly hurts, my thirst dilated
‘God'll punish you, beast of burden'
‘Confess, you twit. To freedom you'll be beholden'.