The Men in Orange jumpsuits
Flippin’ thru the paper back in 02
Saw a picture which tore my heart thru
’Men in Orange SuitsKicked by bootsOf big white crew-cut
guardsScreamin’ in their faces
Trying to push them prisonersIn their places.
Down on your knees,In a cageUnder the burning sun
It made me rage.No charge, no trial
Day after day passed you by.Your hair turning white,Your pain filled sigh.And me?As the decade rolled onIt was my time in the sun
My pleasure,my life,my funI saw your pictures againAverted my eyes
The music,the movies,the malls
The internet boom, my latest update
All kept me busyMy heart was too dizzyTo stop and feel the pain
You’re my brother.Someone’s son Somewhere a mother Cries all the time.You went in for no crime.
Why can’t I seeit could have been me?
Looking at the pics againYour tears streaming down your face
Their paws shoving food down you.
DarknessIt’s time for you to depart
The men in orange jumpsuitsI won’t just look and wince today
now when I raise my hands to pray.Before I pray for me I ask for you,Oh Allah let them all go free
Let them see the warmth of their homes again
This time I can promise you, I won’t let the lust of the world kill my heart
This time from your conditions, my thoughts from it, will never be far apar
tAnd your torturers..those torturers
For them I praythat their hands are stilled forever.I pray every single day
For the men in orange jumpsuits
via men in orange.