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lifted this one from Al Jazeera.It has been over five years since the US began locking up prisoners at its military base in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.
The about 355 detainees have never been brought to trial, so not much has been heard from inside the jail.
But a book of poems written by Guantanamo inmates has been published, revealing some of their innermost thoughts.
A poem by Moazzam Begg, one of 17 Guantanamo detainees whose work is gathered in the slim volume:
Freedom is spent, time is up –
Tears have rent my sorrow's cup;
Home is cage, and cage is steel,
Thus manifest reality's unreal.
Some of the poets, like Begg and Martin Mubanga, have been released.
'A special risk'
Most, however, like Sami al-Hajj, a cameraman for Al Jazeera, are still detained indefinitely.
Marc Falkoff, who represents 17 Yemenis at Guantanamo, collected the poems with the help of other defence lawyers.
At first, the poets were denied regular use of paper and pen, some resorting to scratch their words with pebbles onto Styrofoam cups.
For years, the Pentagon refused to declassify any of the writing.
They described poems as "a special risk", because they could contain coded messages.
The passages in Poems from Guantanamo were cleared before the Pentagon realised they would wind up in a book.
Falkoff, who is also the editor of the book, said the Pentagon has refused to clear any additional poems in the last year or so.
He said: "We believe that they've made an effort just to keep this book from coming into print."
Commander JD Gordan, a Pentagon spokesman, said the detainees "have attempted to use this medium as merely another tool in their battle of ideas against Western democracies".
The 22 poems in the book were approved only in their English versions, and translated only by security-cleared linguists.
"The result is that we have workmanlike translations that are not ideal. This of course is due to the Pentagon's restrictions," Falkoff said.
Expression
The poets, like in this excerpt of Death Poem by Jumah al-Dossari, a 33-year old Bahraini, speak of love and suffering:
Take my blood,
Take my death shroud and
the remnants of my body.
Take photographs of my corpse at the grave, lonely.
Other Guantanamo inmates have used poetry to express their anger with the US government that holds them captive.
Falkoff said: "There's some strong language, though, and I did not excise that. It's included in here."
An excerpt from Humiliated in the Shackles, by al-Haj, reads:
America, you ride on the backs of orphans,
And terrorize them daily.
Bush beware.
The world recognizes an arrogant liar.
Whatever their artistic merit, Falkoff says the poems shed light on the prisoners' humanity, and give the outside world rare insight into their hopes and fears.

Theater Schmeater's latest round of shenanigans is a hoot and a holler, especially if you provide plenty of your own hoots and hollers, that is.
ADVENTURES IN MATING
PLAYWRIGHT: Joseph Scrimshaw![]()
WHERE: Theater Schmeater, 1500 Summit Ave.![]()
WHEN: Through Aug. 25![]()
TICKETS: $12-$15; 800-838-3006, brownpapertickets.com.
There's little serious or sacred in this comedic experiment, wherein the audience decides the course of a horrendously mismatched blind date. In this work of controlled chaos, story line takes a back seat to skewering.
Here's the slim premise: Punctilious Miranda (Amy Schumacher) meets the romantically rebounding Jeffrey (Andy Clawson) in a fancy restaurant. As she grills her prospective mate against her specific checklist, he struggles to assert his fragile manhood.
But this show really belongs to the waiter (Ian Schempp), who controls the turns of this hapless couple's destinies through the bell on his tray. His ring-a-ding is the signal for the battling singles to freeze, and the audience to make some choice on their behalf -- such as whether to order the white wine or the red. The actors then play the scene that corresponds to that choice.
Based on the book series "Choose Your Own Adventure," the waiter informs us that more than 60 story lines are possible. The play was written by Joseph Scrimshaw, and has run for three years in Minneapolis where it first appeared in a fringe festival.
Does the gimmick work? Well, it certainly makes for a boisterous evening, with a whiff of danger as the show continually seems to teeter on the edge of a tailspin. When a lone audience member is invited to randomize the performance further, the possibility of collapse becomes palpable.
Yet the forced zaniness, compounded by the weak talents of the lead actors, ultimately diminishes interest in the outcome that lies in our hands. Schumacher is an unformidable antagonist, while Clawson flails through Jeffrey's childish strategies.
Nevertheless, it is inspiring to watch Schempp take command. An actor experienced at improvisation, his wit is as dry as a stiff shot of gin, his manner deferential yet sly as he thinks on his feet. He diligently gets his audience involved in the show, assigning odd jobs along the way.
The sum is a bracing round of high spirits -- especially after the spirits liberally poured in the lobby.