Guy In Guantanamo

Guy in Guantanamo Catherine’s wheel spins round the revolution ever since that day her lover died when both lost the plot and their passion and she cried her grief into Bedlam Guy jumped to his death to avoid torture hanging in quarters and disembowelment gonads stuffed into his mouth like hot chestnuts did not appeal much I suppose He had been a sparkler cracker Jack out of that ordinary box a hero martyr terrorist criminal but one woman’s arsonist is another one’s flame hot passion crusader of love Same smoke screens for religion and dogma today with mouldy gunpowder exchanged for suicide bombings and some misguided faith merely faithful to death and destruction When lighting a bonne fire today and caught on the ‘right’ side of evil trading life for collateral damage oiling power in the name of wheel’s fortune and hegemony’s axes Medals glory decorations await the champion wielding drone’s buttons for the sake of remote controlled ‘democracy’ but when found reading the Koran Guantanamo beckons Legality outsourced to Caribbean delights with water music suited for rackets and rockets of massive destruction and Monopoly played in the board rooms of walled streets where Playing with fire one does not hear Catherine’s pleas to have mercy without victor’s justice and as of today I still do not know whether we celebrate Guy’s death or his disorderly guts Effigies sizzling on feu de joie do not sit well with my statutes and statues of liberty when hypocrisy measures with double standards and when two wrongs surrender what’s right 15th November