Politics Poem

He looks around his room
Bare walls, a simple grey bed
Nothing that is fit for a human
He sits in this solitary confinement.
He thinks to himself
He is alone.

He wonders why he is here.
What did he do to deserve this?
Oh yes, he failed to follow orders.
Orders from the government.
He remembers it all.
He is alone.

He remembers every moment.
When he chose not to kill.
Not to kill an alleged terrorist.
He is alone, for seeing a human.
When everybody else saw a murderer.
Now, he is alone

~
That terrorist,
Was killed by another agent.
Another agent who saw what he “truly” was.
Yet, months later, that terrorist
Had all charges erased from his record.
He was innocent, but dead.
He died alone.
~

No one knows how he feels.
In this cell all alone.
All they see is the mistake
The mistake he did,
By letting that man walk.
No one seems to be human anymore.
He is alone

He has been alone for years.
No wife, no kids, no friends.
But he always had work,
He always had information to find
But now, nothing,
He is completely alone.

Isolation by Valerie Touchette-Mosley @FamilyFriendPoems

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