Prison2Grave-Pipeline
By Kenneth Pigford
confusion?
how did I get here?
what is this place
full of savages –
heroes – idiots – &
savants?
please don’t pity
me
I have always been locked-up &
boxed in
always meant to be owned
consumed
used-up & controlled
in this world
created without
unbiased reason
air or mercy
no refuge
or respect
nor savior
4 this black body
stacked and layered
with the like
entombed
in metal and concrete
decomposing
before
transforming
flowing into
blood – tears – & oil
our allegiance
is to a life chosen
by our circumstances
& genocidal ideals
correlation for some
causation ignored
for all
denied
this corruption bequested
unchanging
these prisons
cages – gulags – concentration camps
bodybags – & coffins
overflowing
with regrets &
ashes
documenting
our half-life existence
mixed & blended fluidly
with battle-scarred ambitions
waiting… hoping
with faithless reason
for justice
for our deaths
our freedom
after
our worth is exhausted
before we are permitted
to move on
and allowed
to… flow
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