Murder at the Consulate

Murder at the Consulate

A Poem by Bob B

At the Saudi Arabian Consulate,

In Istanbul, Turkey, I hear

Something dreadful happened, although

Details are as yet unclear.

 

Saudi born Jamal Khashoggi,

Journalist for the Washington Post,

Entered the consulate knowing that

It might not be a welcoming host.

 

An Apple Watch might seem useless.

Khashoggi's Watch, nevertheless,

Recorded his brutal beating and murder,

According to the Turkish press.


But was it an Apple Watch, or had

Turkish authorities bugged the room?

Whatever the case, people are certain

That that’s where Khashoggi met his doom.

 

We know he entered the building whole.

We're waiting to hear more news releases,

For many fear that the journalist,

Exited the building in pieces.

 

When asked if he'd condemn the Saudis

If they had committed the ghastly deed,

Trump at first appeared reluctant

To criticize them or intercede.

 

The Saudis pay billions of dollars

For weapons, he said, to the USA.

And what's-his-name wasn't even

An American citizen anyway.

 

Later, Trump admitted that

We need a thorough investigation.

But sanctions involving money? No,

That would severely hurt our nation.

 

Meanwhile, the Saudis kill innocent

Yemenis with the weapons they buy,

And rectitude falls by the wayside

As bank accounts multiply.

 

-by Bob B (10-13-18)

© 2018 Bob B


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Added on October 13, 2018
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