How to Build a "Bomb"

I wrote this when considering the conditions and fate of the inmates at Guantanamo - and what their release (if it ever happens) may mean for the rest of the world.

How to Build a "Bomb"

Taken
From a field,
Hoe in hand.
I worked,
Rarely praying.
There was no time.
But I prayed for life
For sons
For hope of education,
Food, shelter, and happiness,
For my children
And their children.
In a dark room now,
There is only time
For prayer
And questions.
and pain.
Before
Work, family, God, sleep.
Now,
Pain.
I know nothing.
Tell me anything
I will confess it.
I pray,
I pray for sun,
I pray for hope,
I pray
For revenge.