They haven’t departed.
They haven’t gone home.
The trials haven’t started.
No evidence shown.
They don’t get no visits.
They don’t get no calls,and nobody tells them nothing at all.
The headphones and the blindfolds,the days and the weeks.
The overalls of orange, the manacled feet.
A Kafka-esque nightmare. A legal black hole.
A corner of Cubanamed Guantanamo.
The warmongers tell usthey gave up their rightswhen they attacked us and our way of life.
Oh but our way of lifedepends on the law.
On liberty and freedomand justice for all.
Well they talk about justice in the US of A.
It’s the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Yea, but outside of America anything goes.
From Bagram to Abu Ghraib to Guantanamo.
From the song Guantanamo by Divine Comedy
1 comment:
hey steve-o. nice pictures. how are things in the afghan? maybe you can tell me why a certain blanket is called an afghan? did it originate there?
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