Happy Sunday. A beautiful poem sent to us about an arrest at the Eric Garner Solidarity Die-in. We were surrounded by uniforms, And numbers on shoulders, A circle of faces, still,cold and silent, like the pavement we stood upon. Your presence was strong, yet,way above the chanting, I could hear a different song. The inspector called it containment, And we waited to see, but the worlds media beamed out footage, and mocked your fake boundaries. And so there we stood, you in your invisible chains, me in my absolute freedom, as i snogged my girlfriend and smiled, and sent my solidarity to america, straight through the livestream, A robot came to arrest me ,to take me by force, and i was a little afraid ,But i still had a choice, For i refuse to comply ,with the darkness at all, so i sat peacefully down, yet within me, i stood tall. you could find no good reason, nor make me ever agree, your actions unlawful and wrong, but you were to obediently blind, to see...... you dragged my body, i was limp at your feet, But as the fear subsided, the bigger plan came back to me. For your violence will not help, Nor will your corporate body succeed, When you act this way, many more,young anarchists you breed. As we sat on the bus, i did not miss, The slight comedy of irony, in a situation like this. You closed the cell door, and by doing so, instantly gave me my freedom, through the message, on the ceiling, asking me to grass on my mates, i closed my eyes, and elevated, i rose,and shook off the confines, of your constructed confinements, You returned to the custody desk, To continue wearing your shackles, Me soaring amid the universe above the station, you handcuffed invisibly ,a wage slave to fascism. Your eyes spending the next few hours, Blinking at the screens, of your enslavement. You looked through the cell window. observed my sleeping body,but the eyes, of your uniformed consciousness,could not see, My laughing dancing soul, Laughing at the irony, That i will always be more free, than you will,at the end of your shift. I may have been bruised ,I may have been tired, But my fears of the force, Have long since,expired. I do not fear you, Nor your batons or jails, I will never fear the darkness, For the light cannot ever fail. You smiled at my temporary reprieve and said report back in march I simply looked into your eyes and replied i cant breathe....... Solidarity to Ferguson,Eric Garner from me, to all of those bright souls, fighting to see, A world of just love and peace, solidarity........
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 19:46:32 +0000
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