The vanished of Guantanamo

Restrained with bands of leather, bound and rigid in the chair,

the feeding tube thrust lower, every inch brings fresh despair,

gagging, coughing, choking on the burn from nose to chest  

as they force life into the ones whose lives they’ve stolen and oppressed

 

Lost in a black hole of ever shifting definitions,

bound within semantics after abduction via rendition,

disappeared within a system built on shadows and denial,

indefinite incarceration handed down without a trial     

 

Snared with nets woven of gold, not built on evidence,

thieves that dealt in lives, and joined with governments to fence,

stealing days and weeks at first, then onto months and years,

sacrificial offerings to assuage the first worlds fears          

 

Like some chain link Salem the hunt was on for those to burn,

for the people need their demons and the Others need to learn

their place within the caste system of the dollars global nation,

built upon rigged ratios with most left from the equation        

 

Hearts held locked in darkness as their faces slowly fade,

children grow unseen, and countless memories unmade

Innocence acknowledged still won’t see their freedom found,

for innocence means nothing in a world that’s gagged and bound