Victims ( No thanks to Israel)

In the desert prison
A dungeon in fact
Chained to a bed
To this punitive treatment
In diapers they
It’s not medical treatment
It’s hell all the way

The scum of the earth
You have become
A Palestinian
Everywhere’s numb
Beaten and really
Violated you
Become wholly desensitised
That’s what they do

There is no caring
No sharing
No thought
Silence flat out on a bed
They have bought
Your sinner soul
A prisoner you
Born to be tortured
That is the view

In the Negev prison camps
Madness descends
You are unable to speaks
You have no friends
Labelled as combatants
Your only role
Shut up be quiet
As they play with your soul

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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