And the sun still shines on paradise island Its radiance belies a deep dark deception And as warm waters bathe paradise island Its comfort conceals a cunning cold connivance On the shimmering sands of paradise island Cages and chains pray on our conscience And as palm trees sway on paradise island In the shadows they lurk persona non grata
CHORUS I can see the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay I can hear the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay I can feel the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay Do you know they’re ghosts on Guantanamo Bay Guantanamo Bay Can you see the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay Can you hear the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay Can you feel the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay Do you know they’re ghosts on Guantanamo Bay Guantanamo Bay
And so ends all romantic notions Discard due process, and redesign justice Detained by decree, starved of humanity Unaccused and untried unconvicted, unjustified haunted voices echo in silence thoughts and feelings suppressed in blindness unseen faces imprisoned in darkness and we all remain guilty in our ignorance
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BRIDGE There are phantoms, apparitions These are the lost souls of Guantanamo Bay Guantanamo Bay How they haunt us Freedom taunts us And the lost souls of Guantanamo Bay Guantanamo Bay
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Performed: Zain Bhikha and Dawud Wharnsby Ali Written: Jeremy Karodia and Ayub Mayet Published: Black Seed Music (SA)