War Diaries Day Eight

War Diaries
Day Eight

My face is pounded against a wall
A tooth jarred loose
I can feel it moving against my tongue
They never ask any questions
Just keep punching away
Its hard to believe damaging another human body
Can give them so much pleasure
My head is kicked against the wall
I hope the next kick kills me
Suddenly the door flies open
What the hell are you doing?
This man is appearing on television tonight
We can’t show him like this
This will not help our cause