Dock of the Bay

Moe Russ – June 12th 2020 – Poetry

Prolonged isolation,
Home of the Brave
Sleep deprivation,
Land of the Free;
Painful body positions and
My county ‘tis
Punitive control over life’s most intimate functions

Produced overwhelming stress in these prisoners.
Fore spacious sky
Stress led in turn to despair;
Amber waves –
Uncontrollable anxiety –
Purple mountains,
And a collapse of self-esteem.
Fore score and seven years ago

Hallucinations and delusions ensued.
Our fore father brought forth
Prisoners who had been through this treatment became pliable
Conceived in liberty and dedicated to the purpose
And craved companionship,
Usurped by the Washington cabal
Easing the way for captors to obtain the
(Ivy League thugs got)
“Confessions” they sought

Silenced by the debris of the twin towers,
Bloodless heart liberals
Have lost collective will.
Gone home, Rip Van Winkle.