Wasted Honor -

Carl R. ToersBijns is the author of the Wasted Honor Trilogy [Wasted Honor I,II and Gorilla Justice] and his newest book From the Womb to the Tomb, the Tony Lester Story, which is a reflection of his life and his experiences as a correctional officer and a correctional administrator retiring with the rank of deputy warden in the New Mexico and Arizona correctional systems.

Carl also wrote a book on his combat experience in the Kindle book titled - Combat Medic - Men with destiny - A red cross of Valor -

Carl is considered by many a rogue expert in the field of prison security systems since leaving the profession. Carl has been involved in the design of many pilot programs related to mental health treatment, security threat groups, suicide prevention, and maximum custody operational plans including double bunking max inmates and enhancing security for staff. He invites you to read his books so you can understand and grasp the cultural and political implications and influences of these prisons. He deals with the emotions, the stress and anxiety as well as the realities faced working inside a prison. He deals with the occupational risks while elaborating on the psychological impact of both prison worker and prisoner.

His most recent book, Gorilla Justice, is an un-edited raw fictional version of realistic prison experiences and events through the eyes of an anecdotal translation of the inmate’s plight and suffering while enduring the harsh and toxic prison environment including solitary confinement.

Carl has been interviewed by numerous news stations and newspapers in Phoenix regarding the escape from the Kingman prison and other high profile media cases related to wrongful deaths and suicides inside prisons. His insights have been solicited by the ACLU, Amnesty International, and various other legal firms representing solitary confinement cases in California and Arizona. He is currently working on the STG Step Down program at Pelican Bay and has offered his own experience insights with the Center of Constitutional Rights lawyers and interns to establish a core program at the SHU units. He has personally corresponded and written with SHU prisoners to assess the living conditions and how it impacts their long term placement inside these type of units that are similar to those in Arizona Florence Eyman special management unit where Carl was a unit deputy warden for almost two years before his promotion to Deputy Warden of Operations in Safford and Eyman.

He is a strong advocate for the mentally ill and is a board member of David's Hope Inc. a non-profit advocacy group in Phoenix and also serves as a senior advisor for Law Enforcement Officers Advocates Council in Chino, California As a subject matter expert and corrections consultant, Carl has provided interviews and spoken on national and international radio talk shows e.g. BBC CBC Lou Show & TV shows as well as the Associated Press.

I use sarcasm, satire, parodies and other means to make you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, May 30, 2015

The Pretty Poppies

The Pretty Poppies

The point man saw the red flow of poppies run over
He didn’t know what he had stumbled upon
He quickly realized this was not a field of clover
As he scrambled for his life and took a dive back into the tall tall grass
He and the others knew they had brought trouble up the ass

As others caught up with him, they couldn’t believe their eyes
For what they saw were millions of poppies all around them
So many, so far as the human eye could see
Standing in those fields ready for harvest
Picked and processed and ready to be wrapped
Into the plastic containers where they were hidden and kept.

Opium here and opium there
The gold in them was easy to understand
As the traders bickered on price and profit
As those poppies were grown for nothing but greed
And every poppy grown had bloodshed on their seeds

We turned around for fear they would see us
For afar we could tell they were busy making the deal
Set aside their cultural traditions and let the poppies bring them their hard earned pay
A natural stimulant, these red flowers were here to stay
So as the poppies border the fields of harvest, they were ready for market
Cultivated, grown and packaged for profit

They were natural beauties, an awesome sight to see
But getting too near could end your life with fear
In a country so poor, these flowers had a purpose
And the opium grown was their road to their success
As their beauty separated them from the rest

No opium pipes were seen or smoking
No poppies were taken for they belonged to someone else
And as the endless line of trucks were loaded
The poppy was re-seeded and grown again
So that in time, another harvest was broken
As the money flow kept coming, bring these traders their needs