David Hicks

I now fear the sun and open spaces
I don’t see people – only faces
I don’t hear meaning – just the words
As if the shriek of angry birds
These days, I hear a noise and cry
Frightened I’m about to die
Since when it happened I don’t know,
For I was in Guantanamo.

poem by David Keig
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