Ghosts of Guantanamo

Blindfolded roughly till my eyes wept raw.
Immersed my head in water till I could breathe no more.
Imprisoned in a cage, my limbs deformed so sore.
Not once proven guilty, yet endless torture to endure.

My limp body yanked into unbearing heat,
forcing me to meet the sun’s glare.
A single fleeting look and I’m tied to brass strips,
strapped with shackles on an iron chair.

Like the stormy sea,
my mind and body are crashing waves trembling with anguish.
However much pain is inflicted,
my soul they can never tarnish.

Haunting screams linger with me forever,
echoing wails whirl through me, fading never.

For every single drop I bled,
I only hope my sins were shed.
I ask you all to raise your hands and say
Free the innocent ghosts of Guantanamo Bay.

4 thoughts on “Ghosts of Guantanamo

  1. Niamh (Ireland) says:

    For those who have done this to the innocent brothers and sisters of Humanity remember,”the torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.” And your poems remind me of the heart and humanity in us all. You melt my heart with your words, your gift is from God. Thank you xx

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  2. bilalsidiki says:

    This poem is really nice, and yeah we all pray for whoever is imprisoned in this world and treated inhumanely. Especially those who were innocent of any crime and were taken only as a mistake or due to some other propaganda. I hope their release is hastened.

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