This is an archive of the former website of the Maoist Internationalist Movement, which was run by the now defunct Maoist Internationalist Party - Amerika. The MIM now consists of many independent cells, many of which have their own indendendent organs both online and off. MIM(Prisons) serves these documents as a service to and reference for the anti-imperialist movement worldwide.
Poetry From Prisoners
BILL OF CRIME

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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