Young Arab

I can't understand you
Speak English
I said speak English
Why can't you speak fucking English (laughs)

This young Arab captured in Iran
By some American soldiers who trying to speak to him
They speak with their fists and shout with there bats
Abusive not because this Arab is an enemy
But because he is an Arab
They see him a bomber who prays to Allah
Yet this boy is just a boot polisher who has no belief
They urinate on him and disrespect him
They laugh as they discourage the lad and give a nasty grin
But what do I do, what could I have done?

They interrorgate Mustofa the little Arab kid
Hold him in custody knowing he has no eudcation
They use him like a doll
Notch his private parts, the boy is now screaming

I can't understand you
Speak English
I said speak English
Why can't you speak fucking English (laughs)

Cries of anger drip down his face
He wants to talk, tell them he is just a boot polisher
But he can't speak this so called language Englsih
Prodding away with a iron whip, they laugh
Laugh at his humiliation, and torture him
Make fun of his faith, fun of his beliefs
As they whip with a nasty grin
But what do I do, what could I have done?

Soldiers take turns to fufil there sexual needs on this young Arab
He cries, disrespected he cries with pain
Rape him until he is to hurt to open his eyes
They stop and say "same time tommorow, we will be back again
This is no iterrorgation, it is these soldiers nightly routine
Use young Mustafa as a doll, rape victim and battering ramp
The soldiers have been aressted and charged,
Mustagas is now dead, his corpse in a underground cell
For years these cruel acts where unseen
Young Mustafa died
Yet, he was just Fourteen

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Comments

pinda | February 20, 2009 - 09:35

Any helpful comments would he cool, I know theres a few spelling errors I'll get them sorted

theRottingPoet | February 25, 2009 - 19:40

wow, that's really powerful, and disturbing as you said...

I've pushed my field, now it comes to this
I've touched my dreams, but still I bleed

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bob_roberts | April 1, 2009 - 12:42

Very powerful, disturbing...captures the idea that abuse is sadly very matter-of-fact...a few spelling mistakes, but you know that...maybe you could introduce Mustafa the little Arab kid in the first stanza...personalises the poem at a much earlier point. Good work.