– Last night, <\/p>\n
A tea cup was snatched from one of them<\/p>\n
That you were found starving and hungry<\/p>\n
Said you to our comrades <\/p>\n
We too were also hungry and starved<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
– Had you ever prayed or meditate?<\/p>\n
Had you ever met with your children?<\/p>\n
Had you ever done chores for your mother?<\/p>\n
Had you ever freed yourself?<\/p>\n
And still you stayed with us<\/p>\n
To protect and to serve?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
– May you rest in peace<\/p>\n
You had suffered too much<\/p>\n
You had prayed and you had stood<\/p>\n
To free the prisoners but<\/p>\n
You became a prisoner of conscious yourself<\/p>\n
You had been abused<\/p>\n
You had been chained<\/p>\n
While protecting the underage prisoners around us<\/p>\n
Then you were beaten to death<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This was rule less<\/p>\n
The was law less<\/p>\n
Even in Abu Ghraib<\/p>\n
Seven of the torturers were prosecuted<\/p>\n
Here, there 23 of them<\/p>\n
Never being found guilty<\/p>\n
We were that weak and feverish<\/p>\n
That the sparrow was chased <\/p>\n
Nobody dared to scare the crow away<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Here, my ghost<\/p>\n
You never bowed<\/p>\n
You never withdrew<\/p>\n
You were the one<\/p>\n
Who switched from the enemy<\/p>\n
To sided with us<\/p>\n
Here, my ghost<\/p>\n
On the wall of the prison<\/p>\n
You were deserved to be curved your own greatness<\/p>\n
Like the shining stars on the sky<\/p>\n
There stretched your blood scatter <\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Here, my ghost<\/p>\n
You will not be the one to witness such<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But<\/p>\n
We would be home soon<\/p>\n
Were you still be left behind <\/p>\n
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