For the Imprisoned
I want to gift all of this to you the silence, the wind the freedom of walking I want to tuck each one safely in the secret pockets of your heart to give them in the way grandmothers sneak coin or candy in the hidden space of palms that way you will be certain all of this is yours that all things the earth offers she offers them to you
In These Times of Incarcerations
You travel across country From nook to nook Corner to corner you walk on the feathers Of birds, your heart beats In their song Nothing can keep you still Even the metal is ashamed To hold you The thick concrete humiliates Itself by denying you the earth You who are of this earth, who like fleabanes take over small cracks- you surround us with beauty You nourish us with Love and make us better I pity the fools who keep you in prison They do not know your spirit is free And it is everywhere.
It Was a Normal Day In The Nation
And prisons have taken over and cast shadows upon the mustard field we ran around as children/ where we once shared oranges and imagined that was how freedom tasted/ where we found dreams and their syllables of possibility hovering in the atmosphere/ it does not seem that long ago when we wrote wishes on papers and crafted them into planes/ Now we take them to the streets and tear them into placards/ All over the country there are songs and prayers Cursing the tyrant/ no more jails nor murder/ not while this anger is ours/ not while this longing is ours/ not while our hearts ache for the coming of change.
All images by Käthe Kollwitz. Käthe Kollwitz (1867-1945 was a German artist who worked with painting, printmaking and sculpture. Her most famous art cycles, including The Weavers and The Peasant War, depict the effects of poverty, hunger and war on the working class.