Posts Tagged ‘Poem’
Tuesday, November 24th, 2015
Wednesday, July 15th, 2015
A Militant Prophet
I’ll carry the cross for those who never made it.
Through fields of carnage of your own making.
For the lost, the homeless, the hungry, black boys slaughtered like pigs by pigs
your warriors coming home with missing limbs
“your worthless” underclass, the classless, your welfare queens
these names, the nameless, anonymous, faceless
salt of the earth who refuse to worship at the altars of gold
Your preemptive wars, the flag
You speak of Jesus Christ “Turn the other cheek”
stand idly by … submit!
Do nothing but preach surrounded by armies
I’ll finish this thread with a single threat
“Bread or Lead”
Lets Play Monopoly
Against the wall! All you autocrat, plutocrat, oligarchs, fascists.
Tonight we’ll bathe with the blood of tyrants!
Revolt at hand for a thousand years of shackles, cages, unlivable wages
Division of labor, exploitation.
Amazing, what you got away with.
Robbing whole nations, poverty, starvation
Wholesale extinction, world domination
All in the name of “The Trust Fund Generation”
The American Dream
Immortality I seek without fame,
Love without pain,
Riches without blame,
to conquer without shame
rule the world with a single aim
till death that never came.
Convince the slave that he is free,
a simple lie repeat, the key,
ground swells with single might,
standing before armies of men
clinching his fists
for here I am!
A poem by the inmates from the 2nd wing of Larissa men’s prisons dedicated to Lambros-Viktoras Maziotis Roupas, the little son of two members of Revolutionary Struggle (Greece)
Wednesday, July 25th, 2012
Born behind prison bars, the visible ones, that hide the heavens
The human guards, the cops and crows, the patrons of quiet sleep were the midwife of yours
You celebrated your first birthday with the shadows cast by steel barriers…
Bourgeois democracy is so merciful…
Now it’s your second birthday, the starlight you’d never seen until now
With the horizon ahead of you extending to infinity
With dogs barking from afar
We wish you ardent years, seas resounding in your ears, thunders singing lullabies to you
The tide coming in and erasing your footsteps, on the sand…
With respect and love to those who did not regret what they ever dared to do
Honour and remembrance forever for Lambros Foundas
This goes out to Nikos, Pola and very young Lambros-Viktoras
The prison inmates of the 2nd wing of Larissa
Happy Birthday and life’s freedom to Lambros-Viktoras Maziotis Roupas from 325. Strength, warmth and respect to Nikos and Pola. Honour to the memory of Lambros Foundas, member of Revolutionary Struggle. Solidarity to those accused and on trial for the same case.
REVOLUTION FIRST AND ALWAYS
Tags: Happy Birthday Lambros-Viktoras Maziotis Roupas, Inmates from the 2nd wing of Larissa men’s prisons, Lambros Foundas, Larissa, Nikos Maziotis, Poem, Pola Roupa, Revolutionary Struggle
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Saturday, February 26th, 2011
Here is a prison poem that was written by Stan Skank after he got arrested for some bullshit in London on one of the recent demos. Stan scratched this into a polystyrene cup (UK detention is pretty sparse), but how he managed to write all this on one is beyond us. Anyway, Stan bothered to send it to us, so here it is for you lot:
Here I sit in another nick, for another crime I did not commit,
Another profile, another trial
They don’t give an inch but always leap a mile,
All this attention when I don’t wanna be admired,
I’m gettin’ sick and tired of being sick an tired
I just wanna be left alone, For a quiet life and to build a home,
But the government always wanna check up on me,
There’s no freedom without anarchy,
Capitalism is a public hell,
And if you try to make a change pigs stick you in a cell.
My caged mind wanders,
Wonder how long they’ll hold us,
But like a blizzard in a snow globe our prisons can’t contain us
Each unique but unified flake
Ready for an outbreak, with the power of an earth quake,
We won’t wipe but crack the slate,
Innumerable droplets from a tsunami
An uncontrollable tide to wash away the tyranny.
They’ll call it a disaster but I say it’s natural,
What you call a riot to me looks like a battle.
Forces meet and sabres rattle,
Flank us in a pincer then stick on the kettle,
If you increase the pressure we’ll boil over you just watch us,
We’ll scald the hand that feeds and the other which oppresses.
We’re the freedom fighters, we’re urban guerrillas,
You may strike us down, but you’ll never fucking kill us.