Political Prisoners

From being captured , sold and assisted by people of color , transferred to the next new thing and by the next new thing, bound for other glory, reaped and sown via the oceans of exploration and new world beginnings , taken from the first world, renaming the native world and discovering the enhanced addiction of a sugar fix, a rum fix , a silk fix, a tobacco fix, and o yes a King and Queen Cotton fix. these human  black gold seeds of transport, sprouted throughout the global trade universe which never existed before.


They did not have a second chance nor a fresh start, and yet today we evoke and honor the journey, the sojourn, the despair, the moans of for the millions, for the trillions, for the billions, what is a life worth when the financial instruments of return generate new markets, new buyers, new sellers , new bodies and dying bodies.

Give me liberty of give me death, all I want is to be free, do not shoot until you see the whites of their eyes and yet now the drone sees and the Parisians flee. From Beirut to Paris to Syria the music is made although it might be no more than a constant dirge.

To carry the bodies on our shoulders, to carry the memories in our hearts, to carry the knowledge that we are all killers of something, captives by something, looking for something as the freedom train appears on the horizon.

Get on board children,

Are you ready?


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