My Brothers In Cuba

Our brothers in Cuba,
What can we say,
Locked and shackled,
Mindset crashed,
In every possible way.

2.4 by 1.8 cage,
Tin roof open slate,
Bound and tied,
Night and day.

My brothers in Cuba,
What can I say,
We're miles apart and I'm no use
I have a rock as a heart, As I watch you receive abuse.

My brothers in Cuba,
What can I say,
I've deserted you O brother,
I've gone astray.
Worried about my work,
Worried about my play,

I've abandoned you O brother,
What do I have to say?
O my dear brothers in Belmarsh, Woodhill, or Abu Ghuraib,
Long Lartin, Woodhill, Wakefield or Guantanamo Bay,
Wherever you are, my dear brothers, it is for you... for you that I cry at night and pray.

My brothers in Cuba,
What can I say,
In the Court of the Almighty,
When He questions me on that day...
My brothers in Cuba, I dread that day,
The day you'll face me...
And ask me....
Ask me what I have to say...