i was prisoner in a cell
with a job sweeping up the cement floor
i felt warm inside the joint
listening to stories of a new cold war
suffering inside my locked door
but i took my escape from white-washed walls
while running at my mouth
up and down the injustice halls
into another heated Oakland night
looking for a little daylight
across the narrow bridge
hearing stories of police oppression and the bloody Pine Ridge
and there were Black Panthers feeding kids
in the early morning hours before school
teaching each and every one the precious golden rule
while they sat with spoons and forks and a dull knife
learning to avoid a world of drug-dealing and low nightlife
where pigs in patrol cars pull up to the broken curb
smashing any black sign that says "Do not disturb!"
but kids kept reading their books
while giving me curious childhood looks
as if to ask who i might be and what was my ultimate goal
but i was running flat-out out on my fake parole,
both fists held high and tight in my striped uniform.
i mounted the hard-to-climb ladder and stood on my own platform
calling for justice and civic reform
but no one heard
as i gathered each angry word
before ominously, Mister J Edgar Hoover and his criminal FBI
gagged me by the mouth and poked my one good eye!
i was so aggrieved, i began to cry,
and then a mighty pain;
it seemed there was nothing more to gain
and i might have become blind
but it seemed normal being left behind
when the party was about to begin:
no one stood a fair chance to win.
there was barely an open seat to watch the beginning of the freedom show
when i saw an angry bird flying past who said his name was Jim Crow;
i watched him grab a hanging rope,
and tie a clever knot.
his following gang
hiding in my blindspot
as the circumstances kept changing, and the children took their tests:
i heard they all got passing grades
but were treated like uninvited guests
when the FBI led me to a party wall;
where i entertained myself with a game of American dodge ball,
dreaming of a fertile field, praying for a gentle rain,
picking at my Attica lock
trying to remove my invisible slave chain.
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