They have uncovered more bricked up punishment rooms
shackles and who knows what else.
Haut De La Garenne.
Its dark, Its deep, Its full of painA place where terror lies
Where innocence was taken
Away from prying eyes
Where shame is just another word
And dignity was lost
Where scars will last forever
Till now we count the cost
Only they will know the pain endured
Or the pleas that went unheard
Or the tears they shed in darkness
In corners where they curled
We cannot change what happened
Or wipe away their past
But we should seek these evil bastards
And nail them to the mast.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2008-03-05 at 12:07
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