Chicano Poet

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Henry’s Nazim Hikmet’s Prison Song For Lil’ Kim

These men, Kim,
tearing freedom to shreds
in their dirty white hands,

where are they going, Kim,
these men who despise your darkness
and want to bury it in the depths

of a high-rise Philadelphia Dachau?
These men will never read
the Constitution,

these men abhor the Bill of Rights.
These men, Kim, these modern-day slave owners
want all of us in their chains,

with their brands on our rumps.
The barbed wire of the Crawford Ranch
electrified like prison fences.


At 3:21 PM, Blogger Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

Good poem!
de nuevo


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