🚀 go-pugleaf

So is there a point to this drivel.....to bad someone didn`t stand up for
all the American soldiers in NVA prisoner of war camps during the war. They
suffered unspeakable torture at the hands of the NVA.....and your crying
about a little internment......FUCK YOU!


"ComeInPeace" <Jimmy_Ray@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:5b699bbc.0408102150.4be5bfc@posting.google.com...
> Below is an installment of Dr. Sami Al-Arian's poetry. The
> following five poems in particular deal with the horrendous
> conditions of his detention in Coleman Federal Penitentiary, where he
> and his co-defendant Sameeh Hammoudeh are the only pre-trial
> detainees. These conditions amount to psychological torture, and
> Amnesty International has called them "gratuitously punitive." For
> more information on the conditions please visit:
> http://www.freesamialarian.com/conditions.htm
>
> *~*~*~*
>
> 6) Livin' in the SHU*
> 7) Strip-search
> 8) Shakedown
> 9) A Visit by the Warden
> 10) A Telephone Call
>
> 6. Livin' in the SHU*
>
> *SHU: Special Housing Unit
>
> Get used to it
> You're livin' in the SHU
>
> Let's establish some rules
> Until you get your next review
>
> In solitary round the clock
> Enjoy the shielded view
>
> Your hands cuffed behind you
> They may turn black and blue
>
> Whether sick or not
> Forget seeing the doc
> For a stroke or the flu
>
> You'll be with the violent
> The vulgar and insane
> So you'd better get a clue
>
> You'll be strip searched naked
> Every time you leave your cell
> Just makin' sure you knew
>
> Better check your hearing
> The dissonance is deafening
> Fire alarms are always on
> It's like being in a zoo
>
> There'll be no religious observation
> For your congregation
> Whether Muslim, Christian, or Jew
>
> You may get one hour
> Of recreation every day
> Enjoy it while you may
> Because that's discretionary too
>
> Visits have their rules
> See family through the glass
> But friends can never pass
> Whether old or new
>
> One 15-minute call per month
> Use it wisely
> Or lose it promptly
> And wait forever in the queue
>
> And by the way
> No library today
> Even if you pay
> The charges that are due
>
> You'll have no hot water, no tea, or soup,
> No pens, or pads, or watch to tell the time
> Though we do not know your crime
> Here your rights are through
>
> It's all about misbehavior
> And enforcing strict control
> Take heed of the wrath of prison patrol
> If you get our cue
>
> You have not been convicted
> But that's none of our concern
> Here's a place you've earned
> Lady Liberty is ours to screw
>
> This is about security, you bastard
> And if you don't like it
> Call your lawyer and your accountant
> We dare you to sue
>
> *~*~*~*
>
> 7. Strip-search
>
> His body was built
> His head was bald
>
> His heart was dead
> His face was cold
>
> His eyes were fierce
> Moustache was thick
>
> He lifted his finger
> I was his pick
>
> Take off your jumper
> And shirt and boxers
>
> But I've only been to the library
> Have not seen or met anybody
>
> Strip, you're going to strip
> And don't you dare move your lip
>
> Take off your jumper
> And shirt and boxers
>
> Open your mouth
> Show me your tongue
>
> Give me a cough
> Deep from your lung
>
> Hold your buttocks
> And bend over
>
> Turn around
> Lift it up
> And stay sober
>
> The routine is to humiliate
> To scar and intimidate
>
> His "search" took an eternity
> In the name of security
> They strip you of your dignity
>
> *~*~*~*
>
> 8. Shakedown
>
> They came Monday morning
> In front of my door
> Five CO's* and one LT**
> At six-foot and four
>
> Come up shut up,
> Cough up they said
> Turn around back up
> Hold down your head
>
> They joked and laughed
> It's time for shakedown
> Control. Destroy.
> And don't you dare frown
>
> Contraband contraband
> He yelled from the side
> My heart just sank
> He's found my hide
>
> Extra blanket, extra sheet,
> Boxers, he's thrown
> Plastic spoon, peanut butter,
> And a picture I'd drawn
>
> My heart was beating
> Faster than before
> If he finds it, my life
> Ain't the same anymore
>
> Seconds and minutes
> Were passing like years
> Frustrated, worried,
> And crying without tears
>
> Undaunted, they left
> The cell upside down
> Startled, it looked
> Like a tornado hit town
>
> But I calmed and laughed
> And thanked the Lord
> My pencil is safe
> And mightier than the sword
>
> *CO: Correctional Officer
> **LT: Lieutenant
>
> *~*~*~*
>
> 9. A Visit by the Warden
>
> He visits the SHU*
> Every now and then
> Like an emperor
> In his procession
> Or a lion observing
> The prey in his den
>
> You know he's arrived
> When you hear the commotion
> A noisy entourage
> Like a steamship in the ocean
>
> His steely eyes penetrate
> Your tiny window
> So you know he's not a friend
> But rather a foe
>
> Don't be fooled with
> His half smile
> It's the arrogance of
> The Pharaoh on the Nile
>
> It doesn't matter
> What you ask
> He'll always be
> On the attack
>
> And it doesn't matter
> What you say
> His ready answer
> Will be nay
>
> It's perhaps just
> His ego trip
> But thank God, at least
> We don't have to strip
>
> *SHU: Special Housing Unit
>
> *~*~*~*
>
> 10. A Telephone Call
>
> A fat guy with a big belly
> And an accent that's silly
>
> He loves to manipulate
> And control and intimidate
>
> One telephone call, please
> To my son, who's overseas
>
> He penetrated me with a stare
> Asking "why?" with a glare
>
> He's thirteen and feeling ill
> And of course I'd pay the bill
>
> I'd have to get permission
> From the Warden
> Or the commission
> Maybe Washington,
> That's my mission
>
> Give me just three days
> I'll see what he says
>
> He came back in a week
> With a half smile, tongue in cheek
>
> Your request has been denied
> Because security is implied
>
> Meanwhile my son is waiting patiently
> For the fat guy with a big belly
>
> *~*~*~*
>
> Please send feedback to:
>
> Dr. Sami Al-Arian (#40939-018)
> Coleman Federal Complex-USP
> P.O. Box 1033
> Coleman, Florida 33521