“SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED! INDINS ENDURING!”
BY NOLAN JAMES BRIDEN
Sitting in the verb of a noun.
The adjective speaks to the complex sentences,
Of complexities in a complex made world.
Adverbs feel the shots of "Clyde the Glide" stats
That stack years
atop
the
heads
Of the living human beings.
Conjunctional realities revised in Statutes of oppression,
As invisible preposition thought laid the architect’s articles
Drafted in the modeled belief: kill the Indian save the man.
100 + years later the perpetuated beliefs take new root
In the new tactics of modern day warfare
Waging-war time-wages are cut in modern day slave camps
As penitentiaries kill more and more Prisoners Of War.
Shots fired! Indins enduring! Shots fired!
Prisoners of war enduring!
Systematic confusion blurs receptivity in convoluted minds
As the convoluted conversations of the Establishment instill
21st century genocide by incarceration.
Historic in time, present in time, in-time
Over
Time
Never stops as
Authoritarian rules reign in the name of: Industry.
Fragmented sentences rain
F
R
A
G
M
E
N
T
S
On Individualized Education Plans.
The materialistic eyes visualize the monetary blues of ink
Inked black and white on pleading trial papers
Paper too expansively rich to under stand
And too expensively cheap to stand under.
Architects’ blueprints constitute class destruction
In the articulated madness of Institutionalizations institute:
The prison industrial complex.
It’s simple, prepare children for human warehousing.
The vice roll the dice, roaming the empty streets
As the boys in blue fill their cruisers to capacity
To de-capacitate the Nations toned in colors
Red, yellow, black, browns and opaque white.
All affable, beautiful, multihued paints of Earth
That are only dimmed in the overlooked burnt out streetlights
That rest on the very edge of the world.
Re-capacitating our minds-body
Reclaiming our spirits-heart as we exist to live
Inside the verb of a noun. | NJB
