Un-American Activities

What a pain, Guantanamo,
Filled with guys we won’t let go.
Some perhaps we wrongly hold,
Guilt unknown or oversold.

Lock them up throughout the states,
Prisoners whose fate awaits
Rulings if they’ll go to court?
Prison neighbors “No!” exhort.

Which of these, though, more amaze:
Kaftan-wearing errant strays,
Rubbing prayer beads on the run
Clutching Korans, short a gun?

Contrast them with native thugs,
Fraught with fear and high on drugs,
Right at home and naught to lose.
In an alley, who’d you choose?

Moot the question ought to be.
U.S. jails’ security
Matches Gitmo’s, or it should.
Public safety’s understood.

Bring the detainees to trial.
Un-American, it’s vile
Holding inmates with no case.
Give the Cubans back their base.