He called from his cage
He banged on the door
His fists were bleeding
His heart did it more
They bound him in chains
He never saw the rain
Where they kicked him, there he lain
Brother, brother, detained
They wouldn’t give him water
They believed he’d led some inhumane slaughter
He wasn’t allowed letters from his son or his daughter
They threatened him with bullet and mortar
They threw at him abuse
Because they wanted him to loose
And could entrap him in their ruse
He was silent and that made them confused
Prevented him from taking a shower
They feel big when they exercise their power
This is how they cower
Humans, like the wilting flower
The interrogations were simply futility
They were creative in their brutality
They stripped him of all morality
Couldn’t do that to his individuality
He was made to live on less than those in monastery
They certainly didn’t care for honesty
A ray of sun, barely momentary
Walking was thought complementary
There he lay, caged in number and formation
Dressed in orange humiliation
Forced to admit he belonged to a non-existent corporation
Please know, that it was under duress information
Tears lashed his dusty heart
The way forever on the straightest path
Sorrow mourned his weary eyes
Here he suffered, from their lies
All day, all night, in shackle
Oh dearest Muslim Ummah, Oh what a debacle…
Written by Juhayfa Bint Shoaib
Prisoners of Faith 
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