Guantanamo Bay

Guantanamo Bay

The inmates of Guantanamo Bay
I sometimes think of, often pray

I had never heard of the place
It could have been from outer space

For the wardens there I do pray
That they see light, see the way

Opportunities abound to infinity
May they see the imbecility

Quite possible they become muslim
The chances are not so slim

In every depth of dung
In every parliament hung

Opportunity lies for change and growth
Out of the box, something of worth

A lotus flower grows out in the muck
Debris in an oyster, and a pearl with luck

Coal compressed, diamond yields
Goodness emerge from the killing fields

For the inmates of Guantanamo Bay
There has to be a mercy in some way