(A pre-dawn FBI raid at an accused person’s home)

(Deafening knocks)
Open up…Open up
We’re the FBI
N’ the local Sheriff in town
Open up or we will
Knock your door down

(Dozens entering)
Chaotic motions
Noisy commotions
Terror in the air
A scary nightmare
Agents running
Shouting
Yelling
Pushing
Shoving
Guns drawn

Kids terrified
Women terrorized
Guns clicked
Wearing their vests
“You’re under arrest”
Neighbors frightened
Dogs barkin’
Cats moan

Guns at the head
Hands cuffed in the back
Held from both sides
Dragged on the floor
Never such humiliation
Since he was born

Kids crying
Women sobbing
Agents invading
Raiding
Searching
Hauling
“Hey look,
Here is a photo album,
A year book”
A plaque on the wall,
A fishing hook,
Kid’s homework,
They also took
Books of all types and shapes,
Even videotapes,
A family vacation,
Religious education,
Arabic music,
A movie pick
“Get everything, and quick,”
They shouted while leaving
At dusk after starting
Before dawn

Everything was desecrated
A holy book
A woman’s private drawer
A kid’s toy
Raping her innocence
And that of a young boy
The house was ripped
Upside down
Like coming out of
A war zone

Act IX: The Inquisition
Act X- Conspiracy Theory
Act XI- Secret Trials
Act XII- Silent Pain and Teary Eyes
Act XIII- True Patriot Acts