6 anos

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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.

Well they talk about justice in the US of A.
It's the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Yeah, but outside of America anything goes.
From Bagram to Abu Ghraib
to Guantanamo.

In 70's Ulster the government thought
if they locked up the suspects
the terror would stop.
But all that internment actually did
was provide the Provos
with more angry kids.

Oh but sometimes I wonder if our leaders really care?
They rely on these demons to keep people scared.
And unwilling to question the fate of those poor souls
who lie rotting in the cages of Guantanamo

Try them or let then go.
You gotta try them or let them go.

The Divine Comedy - Guantanamo

As roupas mudaram de tom, as fotografias agora são a cores… Mas um campo de concentração não deixa de o ser só porque a cosmética é diferente.

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2 comentários:

Maria Arvore disse...

Bem lembrado! :)

Os EUA especializaram-se na política dermoestética: tudo para ver, nada para sentir. :(

Hipatia disse...

É verdade :( Por isso está ali a petição da Amnistia Internacional: vamos dar-lhes cabo da estética um pixel de cada vez ;-)