Mr. bowles, I will be your inquisitor today
Can you start by talking bout the compound and the fences and the gate
Well mr inquisitor let me start by saying
We were on the far side of an island on the far side of a country far away
Where the animals sound like children crying
and the smell of human sweat keeps you awake
Where the jungle is alive and the locals sharpen knives
And the air it is so heavy you can feel it in your stomach like a weight
But the government of the PNG they said
we could keep them in community
But our side did not agree
You ask me who it was that made that call
I cannot recall

Mrs. Stokes we do sincerely hope
You can add to these words that have been spoke
Mr. Inquisitor
Let me attest this was a temporary facility made of tents and made of concrete
Where the water ran through ditches as slowly as the days slipped into the weeks
All protected by a fence that could be pushed down by four men
And was covered by black mesh
Not to protect it from the blade
But from the piercing of the lense
To keep out the prying eyes
But kept in the burning air
Made it feel like you were living in an oven
And if you'd like to view the site
Well I'm sure that that you just might
But the Papuans decide
(But we'd need to contact our friends on the other side)
And if they ever sought at advice
Who to admit or deny
Or asked for comment upon matters on their shores
I cannot recall

Mr. St. George would you tell us what you saw
Of the people, and their lives behind the doors
In 6 months time those 300 men weren't the same ones who'd come in
There was no privacy, and us guards took down the sheets
The things that happened through the nights
I thought every human knows wrong from right
But when I reported to the beaurocrats they said come now jailer dry your eyes
We sympathise but it's a political problem and we've just got to manage for a while
And they talked about the risks
The challenge they foresaw
But if there was single action that they took at all
Well I cannot recall

Mr. Pye what in site can you provide
Bout what happened on that day and transpired on that night
We'll yes sir
I will try to be complete
let me read for you from my diary
5pm 50 men demonstrate at Oscar
A peaceful protest.
7pm, a client throws a chair
PNG deploy the Dog Squad
9:25 theyre fighting for their lives
pushing down the fense that keep them out of foxtrot side
They're throwing rocks and dodging all the rocks thrown in from the outside
12pm it's hard to tell
who are the g4s who are the PNG
Who are the police who are the guards
Who has just come along for the party
The enforcers have brought gas
And the locals have what fits inside a hand
rocks and poles, chair legs, bits of stone
machetes, excercise weights and what else who can say
1:04 theyre forcing in the doors,
Dragging men out from under beds and you can hear their nails clawing at the floors
Then at 3am I'm lying on the cold ground by the dock
With a young mans head laying cross my lap
saying
"Just hang in the just hang in there. You'll be alright"
Deep deep down I hope that m not lying. That we haven't been lying to him to begin with.
Cause we came here to protect them
And just the point it was when things went wrong I cannot say
And just the point it was he closed his eyes
just let go drifted away
Well after all
I can not recall

And in the court room the men in the matching blue suits
And the matching blue ties
Looked down At their matching black boots
Shuffled their feet
As they heard about how the very the next day
How The guards they walked around with blood on their shoes
And about the boy from Somalia
Who couldn't eat and couldn't sleep
Across days and across weeks
And about how there's still no fence
And the water still runs through trenches
And six months on
No one has been interviewed about a single offence
Or spoken to the inmates about their claims
Or how long they'll have to wait
And country they were going to says
We'll decide who will come into out shores
And if they're running away from something
There must something they need to be punished for
But what it was and where it is
Who's at fault
And by which law
We can not recall