It was four o'clock in the morning, when they dragged him from his bed,
They dragged him to their lorry and not a word they said,
They brought him to their barracks, they tortured him for days,
Tried to break his mind and body, in many awful ways.

He lies behind a barbed wire fence, a concentration camp,
He's guarded there by men and dogs, a foreign country sent,
No judge or jury tried him, of no crime he is accused,
How long they'll hold him prisoner, to tell me they've rеviewed.

Each time I make thе journey to the place where he is held,
By rough hands of foreign soldiers to the search I am compelled,
I watch him growing weaker, his strength fades every day,
To free him and his brothers we'll have to find a way.

I watch the politicians as they use him like a pawn,
Furthering their own careers, how long must it go on?
I've come to know his jailers and I know what must be done,
For the only voice they'll listen to is from behind a gun.