Shaker Aamer

No
Glancing for 3 days
Cannot sleep
I stay awake

Homeless
Hunger Strike
Am I dead
Or I’m alive

Meant to choose
The time we spend
I honestly wish
I wish I was dead

Strapped in
In the straining chair
Shackles honor
Your Friends

In count 5
11 years
Never charged
6 Years clear

They took away
My one known pad
And they refused
To give it back

I can’t think straight
Alright, I stalk
Your franchise
Are all at lost

The guards are doing just
What they’re told
They talk through gestures
Rub Their toes

I could occur
Just away
Your friend shackled
Won’t turn obey