Poems from Gitmo
Last winter, I was
This one must have been from one of the children we snagged
Roses are red
Violets are blue
please stop torturing me
and I will tell you anything you want to hear
no, really, please stop
please please please
This one was from an older child
A Gitmo detainee named Ali
wanted a lawyer right now, by golly
he thought he had rights
but they beat him all night
he was hoping for justice – what a folly!
At least one of the prisoners must have been Japanese
Guantanamo Bay
devoid of law and justice
screams shatter the nightI am kept awake
and have been for seven days
please let me sleep now
One was apparently a fan of my favorite poet
I know why the caged Muslim screams
The free Muslim leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downtown till the busline ends
and works all day in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim his faith.But a Muslim that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his head is immersed and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to scream.The caged Muslim screams with a fearfull trill
of things made up but believed true still
and his tale is heard on the distant hill
for the caged Muslim screams of terror.The free Muslim thinks of another day
of feeding his family and getting his pay
and the wife and children waiting to play
and he names his faith his own.But a caged Muslim stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts in a nightmare scene
his head is immersed and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to scream.The caged Muslim screams with a fearfull trill
of things made up but believed true still
and his tale is heard on the distant hill
for the caged Muslim screams of terror.
