Letter From Guantanamo Bay

Dear mom, I am all alone,
Locked up in a freezing cell ;
Barely alive, away from home,
Trapped in a dark tract of hell.
I close my eyes and yet again
I so wish that I was dead,
I have a mouth, but yet I am
Always intravenously fed.
I'm tortured in ways that are
Hard to believe, harder to tell !
I haven't slept for ages now
Trapped in a dark tract of hell.

I am waterboarded twice a day,
The treatment makes me suffocate;
They keep trampling over my back
BEFORE they start to 'interrogate'.
They all laugh as I cry in pain,
It makes me feel like a circus clown;
They whip me as my breathing corpse
Hangs on the ceiling- upside down !
Dear mom, your unlucky son's
Barely alive, and he is not well;
With needles struck in his fingers
He's trapped in a dark tract of hell.

I am imprisoned for no reason
In a room without an urinal;
Where people fire slangs at me
And treat me like an animal.
Here I have no human rights,
Not a single lawyer or witness;
No one knows about my sorrow,
My misery and my distress.
Doing these for thirteen years,
Locked up in a freezing cell;
Dear mom, I am ALL ALONE
Trapped in a dark tract of hell.
Dear mom, I am BARELY ALIVE
Trapped in a dark tract of hell !