The methods not new just time and place
The ''Savage'' renamed without reservation,,
Just follow footsteps, but when you retrace
Inquire: ''What become of the Indian Nation?''


Or recall, if you will, in past century,
Africas children imported by wave,,
Brought to you courtesy ''Land of the Free'',
That ensured liberty (except for the slave!)


If armies are stationed, as weare told,
Throughout the world, in pursuance of peace,
Then what has fashioned thisnew strangle-hold,
Where missiles are hurled with violent increase?


Attacks on the air on September eleven
Kindled once more sweet vengeances flame,,
Never forgotten or ever forgiven,
Those uninvolved must carry the blame


Like prisoners of conscience, raised to new heights,
Few are made present by merit alone,,
Confined to cage, deprived any rights,
Laws are rewritten and oppression condoned


Years have elapsed in dull isolation,
Yet who dares admit the compounded error,,
The will has collapsed from sheer desolation:
The result shall emit with unbounded terror


Hilts of the daggers, struck five inches deep,
Protrude from our backs, I fear to confess:
But ''As ye hath sown, so shall ye reap '',
Retracting an inch, they call it ''Progress!''

This poem is By, Moazzam Begg (former detainee @ Guantanamo Bay).
Camp Echo Guantanamo Bay January.