Over 100 Mile 2 Prisoners died of food poisoning, lack of medical care & more since 2006
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The Ghosts of Mile 2 Prisons
By Mathew K Jallow, Associate Editor
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I saw rusty shriveling skeletons
In those listless silhouettes
Drowning in misery
Where flatulence smells like aroma
And reality exists only in the mind’s bubble
No time to be afraid
Hope dipped in paranoia
The restless ghosts of Mile 2 prisons
Narcissism a distant memory
A bearded didactic Mullah
Stole my faith for a moment
Call me Mustapha, if you will
If only for a little while
Until I escape this misery
Where death rules the night
In this hell-hole of Mile 2 prisons
Impenetrable steel doors dimmed my resolve
We are praying for a miracle
Surrounded by an eclectic crowd of listless mourners
Captive to a nebulous rationale
And a state of morbid disinterest
Abandoned by our country-men
To this reign of fear
And the ultimate terror of Mile 2 prisons
Between the walls they wither away
Memories of Auschwitz and the Gulags
Spell the hedonism of an evil mind
These dark dinky halls of pain
Come feast little mosquitoes
Tender skins turned into crocodile leather
Blistering and bloody, and hard to the touch
The painful memories of Mile 2 prisons
Had an epiphany one summer day
Nirvana came rising from the east
Exhaling the sweet taste of freedom
And owning the stillness of the night once again
Like little kids they giggle and laugh
And innocence lost so long ago
Come roaring like the ghost of Hamad Hampateh Ba
In the hearts of Mile 2’s children of mercy
This dark place of misery and horror
Blood stained walls shine a ray of light
Such gruesome agony and stalked by death
This sad nexus of power and evil
Where fickle minds go to die
For once they were vibrant and full of life
Now, but pitiful shadows without hope
Praying for a miracle at Mile 2 prisons
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Sorrow filled eye swell with a lone tear drop
There is no hope in this place of misery
Closed eyes dream of a better tomorrow
Nation defiled by the madness of a misanthrope
We know not where we go
Drained by fear and reduced to cowardice
Their gaze on the thick walls as life passes by
This God-forsaken place of agony; Mile 2 Prisons