The prisoners of Guantanamo
Birds ...which never sing
Bells ...which never ring
Fade... in forgotten years
Lost... in ugly ulcerous days
Turning key...in the heavy metal door
Our wounds... are forever sore
Our cries... which are never heard
Our pains... which are never shared
The men... who had never cried
Running tears... which are never dried
We feel ...every day our death
Withered... in every shallow breath
Amazing...imposed death... is called here life
Has passed the skin...the bone is next to the knife
Sure... we are imprisoned in the US zone
Approved marks ... on skin on bone
Our letters... which are never sent
Torturing us...which has never an end?
We can’t meet our children nor our wife
Cut off from the whole world... if you call it life
Clock with no hands... is never fun
Through barbed wire ...away no one has ever run
Harsh voice...heavy heels and sharp metal sound
Defense-less man... dominated in criminal US bound
Young rebellions...from all the world
Are kidnapped... then tortured here ...until they get old
Here ... days are gloomy... as the real nights
Here ...nights are lonely ... as true human rights
Rise as loud as you can ever say
Down ...and down with the USA
The prison was constructed and started by the USA in Cuba's Guantanamo in 1903.
Farah Notash
Vienna... June 2012
Book 6
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