It's just plain wrong

Hoody



Inspired by this photograph

Whipped and struck,
hands stretched out high.
Crusifix posture
perverted for shame.
Hooded, beaten, taunted
decried.
On wooden altar, frozen in time
portait depiction, captured crime.
Tortured?
Belittled?
Unjustified harm.
Purposed, permissioned
commisionned, but why?
Imagined resistance
unproved existence,
deniable, conscionable
victim afar,
a renditioned non-person,
an arab attar.
Who will pay dearly?
Who stops the buck?
Why do we let them
continue this muck?
What is the reason
and wherefores or why?
Who crys the tears that
never can dry?
Who points the fingers,
without shred of blame?
We are all victims but
share guilt the same.