Sorrows From A Cell You Know About Poem by Russel Choudhury

All constrained up, and on their knees with their hands bound!
Back and forth do they rock, with their hands bound,
In the dark do they rock with my hands bound,
bound behind their back, trembling with every sound,

The music being played so, so loud!
Every decimal piercing their ear drums, so, so loud,
They hear a man in the song screaming: “White America! ” so, so loud,
Loud enough to almost deafen them, O how their tormenters are so endowed,

With their gift, freedom to torture, they must be so proud!
To degrade a human being in such fashion, so, so proud,
Destroying all mankind has worked for, how can they be so proud,
The whole world forgetting them in this cell, as their torment is allowed,