Free the Children of Texas' Hutto Prison

small prisoners poem: small prisoners

to families imprisoned

And how did you crawl out
through bent wide bars?
Baton at your bruised back
and holding the hands of your children?

In orange, ragged, not enough food?
No balls inside, no light for days
while our children sat hands
wrapped on chains to swing,
drinking sunshine
and grass stains?

Did your grief smell like desert dusted snot
inside that black sack as you touched
his hot forehead with the palms of your hands?

~ copyright DRG 2007

Thank you,
Mlle. Omnisciente



Behind bars

A new sun arises today, on one life the night moves on. This is when a child is put away, for a crimeless punishment. A child who is locked away, whose only crime is being someone else's race. Born out right, as a citizen of a nation that we think is so great, how can we call it great if we put a child in a prison and throw their parents away to a country they ran away from, for a life of pride and happiness too. It doesn't seem right to me, to have a child locked away like a criminal that they will never be. How can it be, to tell the horrors of live be hind bars, to a life that is innocent and the criminals we face are now sweeping into the government. We should put them in the place of those children who are locked away for a crimeless reason.


Thank you, Clay