No water for three days
I cannot sleep or stay awake

Four months hunger strike
Am I dead or am I alive?

With metal tubes we are force fed
I honestly wish I was dead

Strapped in the restraining chair
Shaker Aamer, your friend

In Camp 5, eleven years
Never charged
Six years cleared

They took away my one note pad
And then refused to give it back

I can't think straight
I write then stop

Your friend Shaker Aamer
Lost

The guards just do what they're told
The doctors just do what they're told

Like an old car I'm rusting away
Your friend Shaker. 
Guantanamo Bay

Don't forget