Friday, 23 July 2010

MI5 vs. Omar Deghages

Omar Deghages was over in Afghanistan
There with his wife and children when the bombing began
He new the score, the start of the war

He had escaped to Lahore but was abducted in the night
By a gang of policeman who were far from polite
A private corps, through the back door

He told them a few details but they wanted it all
The fact he lived in Britain didn't matter at all
He didn't tell, he didn't tell

He thought he'd be better off with the Americans
But they turned out more violent than the Pakistans
He was wanted alive, by MI5

If only he'd talked to us, your honour
If only he'd told the truth
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Instead of being evasive and telling obvious lies

But I can't give evidence about it
It's a national secret
You can torture me, but I'll never tell


He was happy to be told he was being rendered away
A place in the Carribean called Guantanamo Bay
A living hell, a living hell

He was there for 33 months and thought he was going to die
They beat him so bad that he lost an eye
In his cell, they said he fell

Now he's suing the British government trying to get himself a trial
But they're stalling the release of over half a million files
It's taking a while, it's take a while

There are 60 lawyers working with black market pens
It'll take about nine years before they get to the end
They're working hard, they're working hard


There has been torture going on
But we can't tell anyone 

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