It contained all sorts
Of prisoners, from nations
Far and wide, merciless
Was the treatment met out
To them, though, crimals,
Yet inhuman treatment,
Kept in confinement,
On suspicion and otherwise,
They last many years
Of precious life,
many innocents among them,
Guatanamo, was an epitome,
Of illtreatment, misknowledge
Of how to treat humans,
Though committed crimes
Hated by one and all,
It stood tall, in being
One of the worst places
To live in, even compared
To the slaves of yesteryears.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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