A chicken fence in the dusty ground <br />is still standing there as a bound <br />beyond the hill, under the sun <br />where all my life befell undone <br /> <br />became my life long holiday <br />that prison in Guantanamo bay <br />there each forgot I had my right <br />to freely see the sky at night <br /> <br />and when I had nothing to confess <br />well, they just could not care less <br />head in a bucket, feet in the air <br />but could not ever gauge my despair <br /> <br />there all my life dully dissolved <br />while the whole world slowly revolved <br />now for your cultural holiday <br />take a trip to Guantanamo bay.<br /><br />Kean Ghiero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holiday-in-guantanamo-bay/
