The Stanford ExperimentA Poem by Arezzo“Never again,” we say. Those things can’t be repeated. “We set our face against him, and Hitler was defeated.”
Are you sure?
If sweet-talking you could make it come true, I would hand you the world on a silver platter … but what would it matter?
Life isn’t always Garry Keillor. It’s Rwanda, too. Sabra and
Shatila. The key you’re holding won’t fit my door. And you’re not welcome any more.
Just picture this, my friend. Almost in sight of the Alcatraz ferry, the sunny August of seventy-one, a couple miles from Haight-Ashbury something heavy has begun -- and we’re not talking Tom and Jerry.
You used me and abused me till I felt like I wanted to die. You created a need in me that only you can satisfy.
Well-heeled campus kids make fifteen bucks a day playing guards and prisoners -- but is it really play?
I wondered hard ‘tween twelve and one: I asked my God, “What have I done?”
These guards love Cohen, Dylan, Che Guevarra, Mao, Durruti -- but now they’re volunteering for unpaid extra duty.
He spits into my food tray for nothing more than spite. Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
You’d be surprised what humans do. Hippies can be Nazis, too.
© 2015 ArezzoAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 16, 2015 Last Updated on September 16, 2015 AuthorArezzoRonda, Andalucia, SpainAboutI always try to avoid this part! What can I possibly say that will come across as fresh/interesting/informative? Let's see ... Teacher, lawyer and journalist. Born in Ireland, raised in Englan.. more..Writing
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