On Torture Poem by Bill Grace

In the delirium of torture
Rommel's name was thrown and
His suicide was forced.
This general who had burned the Fuhrer's order
To kill the commandos sent to kill him
Was not much for murder
War itself holding sufficient blood.
His contempt was so great in death
The Nazi's closed his coffin
Threw the last great party of their Reich.
Hitler lost his best general that he needed badly.
We need to learn this history lesson also
As we loose much when we turn
A blind eye to this thing called torture.