Reply To #329 Poem by Ima Ryma

Dear 329. Thank you for
Your letter from Guantanamo.
You are a prisoner of war.
When the war's over, you can go.
But woe, your war will never cease
Against us. You just live to kill.
When we say you're cleared for release,
Why not just hold your breath until.
Many of us cheer on your aim
Of your hunger strike to protest.
Force feeding you - well that's a shame.
Starving to death - that would be best.

We know you don't like the U.S.
And we don't like you. Did you guess?