And the sun still shines on paradise island
Its radiance belies a deep dark deception
And as warm waters bathe paradise island [bad word] conceals a cunning cold connivance
On the shimmering sands of paradise island
Cages and chains pray on our conscience
And as palm trees sway on paradise island
In the shadows they lurk persona non grata
 [bad word] I can see the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
I can hear the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
I can feel the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Do you know they’re ghosts on Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay
Can you see the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Can you hear the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Can you feel the ghosts of Guantanamo Bay
Do you know they’re ghosts on Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay

And so ends all romantic notions
Discard due process, and redesign justice
Detained by decree, starved of humanity
Unaccused and untried unconvicted, unjustified
haunted voices echo in silence
thoughts and feelings suppressed in blindness
unseen faces imprisoned in darkness
and we all remain guilty in our ignorance
 [bad word] 
BRIDGE
There are phantoms, apparitions
These are the lost souls of Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay
How they haunt us
Freedom taunts us
And the lost souls of Guantanamo Bay
Guantanamo Bay
 [bad word] 
Performed: Zain Bhikha and Dawud Wharnsby Ali
Written: Jeremy Karodia and Ayub Mayet
Published: Black Seed Music (SA)