Guantanamo

This one is terrible. My apologies.

As time draws onwards in the world outside,
The seasons passing as they often do,
The men in here were tortured 'til they cried
Their secrets--whether real or made anew--
To stop the painful agony endured,
And Paying ev'ry day for alleged crimes,
Against humanity; This treatment rude,
Their fondest mem'ries of their native climes,
Obliterated by their captors over time.

And now the US Supreme Justice states,
That in their cells they must forever sit,
Unable to be freed or face their fates,
For crimes of war they did, or not, commit,
For reasons as here follow: As, to wit,
The treatments used to have them spill their guts,
Don't sit too well with international writ;
So there they'll stay under this sad tenet,
Which surely is enough to drive all sane men nuts.