Best Guantanamo Poems

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...

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Restrained with bands of leather, bound and rigid in the chair, 

the feeding tube thrust lower, every inch brings fresh despair, 

gagging, coughing, choking on the burn from nose to chest  

as they force life into the ones whose lives they’ve stolen and oppressed...

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