They dragged him to their lorry, and not a word they said,
They brought him to their barracks, they tortured him for days
To break his mind and body, they tried many awful ways.
He lies behind a barbed wire fence in a concentration camp,
He's guarded there by men and dogs a foreign country sent.
No judge or jury tried him, of no crime he is accused,
How long they hold him prisoner, to tell me they've refused.
Each time I make the journey to the place where he is held,
By rough hands of foreign soldiers to the search I am compelled.
I watch him growing weaker, his strength fades every day,
To free him and his brothers we'll have to find a way.
I watch the politicians as they use him like a pawn,
Furthering their own careers, how long must it go on?
I've come to know his jailers, I know what must be done,
The only voice they'll listen to is from behind a gun
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/2/22 - 12:44
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