Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Ode to Men in Prison

We are here to imagine a world where our wrists don't hurt

a world where hard work is done by those who profit

and the backs of laborers aren't the cheeseboard for the big wigs to scrape their fat off of.

You may howl at me, scoffing at my unsystematic use of oppression yet

in the jail of your treachery you are the real criminal--

the man in cell block #9, he's a saint compared to you.

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