There is a place, Guantanamo
Which is the homeland, don´t you know,
And, as the constitution void
There–rights concomitant destroyed–

So the negation has to spread
And conscientious heart with dread
So fill beyond the maximum
While stunned onlookers mutter, hum.

This is my land, and your land too;
The whole wide world knows what we do–
That´s, using deprivation, torture
Effect our means. The world is watcher,

And shakes its head like in dismay,
To think, its soul in disarray
A people–”troll and gnome and dwerg”
Inclusive–unlearns Nuremberg.

Trials that were had for worst of worst,
Criminals, never pre-rehearsed,
So that a standard set for fairness
To permeate the mind´s awareness.

Guantanamo is such a place–
Detainees there but hide their face:
Without judicial process they
Get no more heard of since that day.

United we in torture stand,
So self expression soon get banned,
And truth–which men did former prize–
Banned knowing torture garners lies.

My country ´tis of thee
I voice regret,
For constitutionality
Restored not yet.