Torture Of Duty - Impaled

From an abortive intifada

Combatants are persona non grata

Locked into dank isolation

Sequestered from the population

Made to repose in fæces

Excised from the human species

Walloped and left with hematomata

Disfiguring dermal substrata

Ministry of Love

Asylum of beauty

Fulfilling orders

A torture of duty

Your pain, my medical expertise

Fractured ribs make you wheeze

Calcitrating your abdomen

Beneath my boot, forever pinned

Smashing a sole into your wounds

With micturition, your head is festooned

Genital burns from phosphoric acid

Sizzling glans is permanently flaccid

A metal baton, you will now find

Securely fastened where the sun doesn’t shine

Attached to the nipples, electric clamps

Two hundred volts make you crap your pants

In Camp X-Ray

A depraved deputy

Two years hate

A torture of duty

Elbow torquing

Water boarding

Positions stressed

Lago confess

Sanctioned pain from the state will persist

For enemy combatants who don’t exist

Your pain, my medical expertise

Fractured ribs make you wheeze

Calcitrating your abdomen

Beneath my boot, forever pinned