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When the Syrian human rights worker
Spoke of his prison experience,
A girl sitting beside me
Was consulting her cell phone, when
He began his story about his arrest,
I couldn’t help notice her scrolling
Facebook, when he described how, one
By one, his nails were tweezered out,
She was composing a text,
When he developed the part about the quivering
of his body from electric shocks,
I tried not to look down
At the smiling face emoticon
She included before pressing send,
When, his eyes shut as if reliving the moment—
they hanged me by my hands and legs
and tried to split me in half—
a showtune sounded from my jacket pocket.
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Copyright 2016 Philip Terman
The U.S. Holocaust Museum in Washington, DC.
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Thank you for sharing this moving post. Technology deadens us, it takes away some thing that is profoundly human and replaces it with trash.
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