And he joined the United States Army to defend his country, wave a flag, be all he can be, but mostly to pay the bills piling up from two kids at such an early age. He was not college material and though not stupid enough to believe he was too good to work in a burger joint or dig ditches, he did want something to stick his chest out about. The military gave him this, gave him authority and value from others.
That everything is alright,
Douglas started out like any other basic training soldier until he was spotted by the commander of a special operations unit while at the shooting range. She set him about being trained as a special ops sniper and that has been his travels for the last two years. It was everything the commercials said…Well, the commercials said a lot when they went off the air. You weren’t home at the time. The pay is good to send him and since he and the mother of his babies hate each other anyways, being away from home really is not much of a concern.
We are feeding monsters,
He got his current assignment because of a fight that broke out between a couple soldiers from military police and his unit down at the local pub near the base where they were picking up supplies. It was three MPs who stood their ground against an elite Army assault unit and their commanding officer was not angry at them for starting the fight or the fact that they nearly brought the roof down on a small local bar owners head, she was angry because they left with way more bruises than the MPs left with. And seeing how they did not really have a base of operations and were only passing through Great Britain she needed other ways of punishing each of her men while they were on O.M.T.(off mission time) He was the unlucky one and was sent to the British countryside to a top secret place called Underground; which, was in fact underground.
To everything that is wrong with our lives,
And now Sgt. Douglas Fielding was here in the Underground pushing a mop. One of the most highly trained soldiers the United States government has is pushing a mop around cleaning up cells in this retention center. He would say it out loud if he had the spine to but inside he just says it to himself. This is what happens when they put a woman in charge of an ops unit.
And everything is about,
He arrived here during the early hours of the morning and has been cleaning blood, shit, urine, and other things unidentifiable from the cells of former prisoners of the war against terror, preparing them for the next prisoner to walk in. He was almost in the state of mind of just doing the work until it was time for him to leave and stop grinding his teeth and un-tighten his muscles long enough to get through this without popping a vain or vessel somewhere in his body when the second in command of the compound code named Divine came seeking him out in the cell area.
The running up to face the questions of our times,
He had meet Agent Divine when he arrived at the compound. To him the agent seemed to be an ok guy, much more relaxed than most deep cover agents he has meet in his service time. Agent Divine even went as far and to tell him he could just tell his commander he did the duty if he wished and he could spent the time in their cafeteria sampling the many variations of beans and toast until it was time for him to leave but he knew she would find out somewhere and just said no, “My unit can take its punishments with its glories.”
And pretending all the truths are lies,
Agent Divine informed him that they just brought in a new prisoner from a Middle Eastern transport and his commander asked if he would like to sit in on the interrogation.
‘Better than mopping up shit and piss.’
He tossed his mop and kicked his bucket into one of the cells and followed Agent Divine through a corridor that lead out of the holding cell blocks and past another area that contained the communication and logistics operations and then through the area of command offices and bed areas and finally they ended up in the entrance area where you entered the complex through a series of small and very large transport elevators.
He stood there with Agent Divine waiting for one of the small elevators to open and for soldiers to escort the prisoner out. Probably still decking people out in those woeful orange jumpsuit. The elevator door binged like a microwave finishing a meal and out came two soldiers heavily armed and between them shackled and blindfolded and being lead in scooting steps was a young girl he guessed could not be any older than sixteen. He observed that she was small, skinny, and with small bruises all over her arms. He had a sister who was sixteen. He did not see her face because of a hood which was wrapped around her head.
The news burns the fires,
He watched as the guards lead her past them and into a room that was connected to the entrance area.
That spin inside our thoughts,
‘The observation room is by a set of steps in the door beside here. I have to go in now. There is a snack machine up there also.’
‘You will not need any change, it is all free.’ The agent said as he entered the room also following the guards and the prisoner.
What about you my lover?
‘Can I ask?’
What about you image in the mirror?
Agent Divine stopped as he was opening the door and closed it back and walked over to him.
‘She was part of a radical anti-war group from your country who all traveled to Iraq and were giving add to several groups with known terrorist ties. Two days ago most of her little group was killed by a truck bomb as they were traveling from Baghdad. To the world she died with them so we have her as an information tool now.’
He smiled at him, ‘A gift from your government actually.’
What about you Mr. President?
Agent Divine walked into the interrogation room leaving him behind. He paused for a few moments thinking about his sister, then he walked up the steps to the observation room. He looked down from the room when he got there which was set up like a scene from hospital drama where they watch surgeries taking place.
It’s the race to skid overtop of the world,
This was not his first taste of interrogation but something but this was so different. The other times he had watched any interrogation it had been in the field. This was different. This was real information gathering. This was the stuff that causes him and his brother to argue when he goes home. At least now he could tell his brother how things really happen.
The world does not need you to save,
The interrogation room was sound proof so he could not hear anything going on below. He watched as the soldiers who had escorted her in seated her in a metal chair and locked her shackle chains into hooks fashioned on the metal floors of the room. The floors of the room were metal except for he noticed a small batch of carpet that circled the chair and another patch by a wooden table in a corner. They pulled the hood from her head and she looked up and directly into his eyes. Her face was peppered with bruises but her eyes were still a very bright shade of blue.
Save yourselves,
The world will survive after you die,
We are children of the feeding,
All together now let us join hands and die,
He watched…
He watched them…
He watched as they screamed at her.
He leaned against the glass and saw them strike her.
He watched…
He remembered his ex-girlfriend and all the good times they had before things went wrong.
We watched…
We watched them put the bag over her head again and….
We watched…
We watched…
We watched…
We watch…
He sat down in a chair in the observation room. A few moments later Agent Divine walked in.
‘I guess you got the information you needed?’ he said to the agent.
‘Just fishing mostly, that is all you can do with these people. They are not going to give you much to work with.’
He watched a young girl tortured to a point of silently praying for death.
He watched an American citizen tortured because she was a threat beyond rights and laws…
He watched a human being tortured.
The question lingers,
We watch people being tortured the same as if we were in the room with Sgt. Douglas Fielding when we do not speak up against it. This preachy message came to you by the hand of one hack writer sometimes called Billy and sponsored by no church, no money, no settling, no agenda but that of a notion for dignity for all, even those who may wish us harm.
Somewhere in the streets of pretending,
That everything is alright,
We are feeding monsters,
Feeding them our children’s eyes,
To everything that is wrong with our lives,
And everything is about,
The running up to face the questions of our times,
And pretending all the truths are lies,
The news burns the fires,
That spin inside our thoughts,
What about you my lover?
What about you image in the mirror?
What about you Mr. President?
It’s the race to skid overtop of the world,
The world does not need you to save,
Save yourselves,
The world will survive after you die,
We are children of the feeding,
All together now let us join hands and die,
The question lingers,
The question lingers,
Somewhere in the streets of pretending,
That everything is alright,
We are feeding monsters,
Feeding them our children’s eyes,
©brian c. williams
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