At Guantanamo Poem by Bob Green
At Guantanamo
Come around
Listen in
Settle down
Hear the sound
Of the maimed and the missing
Of Guantanamo
Think of yesterday
now today
Victor Jara and Emmett Till
Will help you watch
new fingers break
Under boots of Goodyear Rubber
At Guantanamo
The kidnapped and the maimed
The punished and the tortured
suicide and murder
we leave all this and more
for our children to redeem
In Guantanamo
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