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.