Take my blood.

Take my death shroud and

The remnants of my body.

Take photographs of my corpse at the grave, lonely.

Send them to the world,

To the judges and

To the people of conscience,

Send them to the principle men and the fair-minded.

And let them bear the guilty burden before the world,

Of this innocent soul.

Let them bear the burden before their children and before history,

Of this wasted, sinless soul,

Of this soul which has suffered at the hands of the

        “protectors of peace.”

Even though, I already wrote about Guantanamo yesterday (technically 11:45PM 3/11), I felt like to read “poems from Guantanamo” again after I left the classroom.
I read through the book again. As I felt last time I read, I felt detainees’ anger and hopeless, but at the same time, this time I felt how much they love their families and lovers.

Detainees lose everything when they once get sent to Guantanamo detainee camp. Their human rights, jobs, families, and even their religions are profaned. In the end, they start ask themselves, even though there is not gonna be any good answer to justify their situations.

When I read books, I tend to place myself in main characters’ situation. I really wonder if I can maintain my rational in such a hopeless situation. But I can understand their feelings that they try to look for freedom in their inner world and religions.

I know that this time’s blog does not have any coherency and does not make any sense. I wrote things down which just came up to my mind. There are still many things in my head, but interestingly, there are no good solutions to solve the issue. I also may be feeling despair to my powerlessness. But to solve such kind of issues, I think that’s why I am studying at SUA.