A bill of crime, the high and all mighty want passed by the legislative body, against it will be the law and the oppressed. They say we need it to bring crime to all time low, the Public opinion agreeing right along through all it is a Propaganda Machine. The bills that have been passed Many times before are only affecting the oppressed. They say,
Build Lock and execute them
So society may be safe but in reality they want to Quiet us, for in the capitalist greedy minds are dancing dollar bills for their big old piggy-banks.
--an Iowa prisoner, Oct. 16, 1995
AGGRESSIVE MADNESS
The surroundings are closing on my sane mind Next thing
i know Paranoid to the bones flinch at every noise Sweating
through my pores with no remorse though everyone's out
to get me at once have i gone mad to only do the dance
"Mental Maniac"? Ponder with such delirium only seems one way
out Aggressive technique it felt so easy Cutting the
water of life Whirling sensation Nothing at last finally
finding the peace i so much desired from my past. --an Iowa
prisoner, Oct. 16, 1995
IT'S OVER?
It wasn't over when your first
invaded and plundered the
Mother Land
Committed your vicious acts
and made a vow to annihilate
the Afrikan man
It wasn't over when you nefariously
conspired and murdered brother
Nat, Malcolm, George & Fred
Our anger must never subside
and should be appropriately
stored within our heads
And to this day, we refuse to
allow it to be over
Even with your attempts to murder
brother Ziyon and Mumia Abu
And you foolishly thought we
forgot when you brutally murdered
brother Ajamu?
--An Indiana prisoner, Aug. 12, 1995
VISIONS
If i could i would reach out
and touch the burning sun
i would glide across the moon
in slow motion...then run
i would gather up all my family
members under one roof
And share with them Afrikan
culture & stories that some
have forsook
At the wave of my hand i would
rid the crack from the ghetto
streets
And i would reach out to the
Motherland and pull her under
my feet
i would chase uncle sam until
the murderer had tired
Place a tire around his neck
and set it on fire
Arrest oppression and continue
to educate to liberate
Break the prison gates for the
politically conscious prisoners'
sake
And if i could i would bring
back all the great Afrikan
martyrs and encourage them to
lead the way
And allow our youth to enjoy
the beginnings of a new day
--an Indiana prisoner, Nov. 7, 1995. In memory of Ajamu M. Nassor 8/12/51 - 12/8/94
A WORLD OF DESPAIR
We are the oppressed; We are the forgotten; We are the ones that Suffer day after day. What is to become of Ourselves in this world of ours?
The bricks we count Just to wind down our long days, to hope to be free again, Shall we always be forgotten to the days of our death?
And then do we have to oppress our peoples that are behind those walls that show despair with No concern because "It's not our problem?"
But do beware you may be next, to find the pain that lurks in there.
--an Iowa prisoner, 10/16/95
AFFLICTION
Troubled by thoughts of loneliness on short running roads
back by circular wire high above the sky Might not make the difference
for all the rage
within bundle up in-tie for the otherside.
--an Iowa prisoner, 10/16/95
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