They haven't departed
They haven't gone home
The trials haven't started
No evidence shown
They don't get no visits
They don't get no calls
And nobody tells them
Nothing at all
The headphones and the blindfolds
The days and the weeks
The overalls of orange
The manacled feet
A Kafka-esque nightmare
A legal black hole
A corner of Cuba
Named Guantanamo
The warmongers tell us
They gave up their rights
When they attacked us
And our way of life
Oh but our way of life
Depends on the law
On liberty and freedom
And justice for all
They haven't gone home
The trials haven't started
No evidence shown
They don't get no visits
They don't get no calls
And nobody tells them
Nothing at all
The headphones and the blindfolds
The days and the weeks
The overalls of orange
The manacled feet
A Kafka-esque nightmare
A legal black hole
A corner of Cuba
Named Guantanamo
The warmongers tell us
They gave up their rights
When they attacked us
And our way of life
Oh but our way of life
Depends on the law
On liberty and freedom
And justice for all
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