A Guantanamo prisoner confesses. What was?
he thinking off letting them wearing him down
after four years of isolation and interrogation;
now he will be a resentful loser…unforgiven.
Had he confessed at once, played along told
them what they wanted to know, he would be
the winner, sit in the prison yard getting sun in
his face. Truth! I hear you mutter, this has
nothing to do with that, it’s about a court case
that needs to be concluded, documented, eagle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem