Belmarsh Flowers

imprisoned flowers

BELMARSH’S FLOWERS

It’s belmarsh a land with broken sky

Day and night another night I cry

spring will never spring and die

all hearts born and torn the love and the sun

the land which ends with quicksand

my heart flies up and down sharpening the sound

no sun no moon there

but hearts and souls shining the air

son of my love and love again will ignite the light

 

Written by the father of Anthony Garcia (Haaris), mujahid prisoner

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