A WARRIOR IN CHAINS
Greetings, Brothers and Sisters:
Instead of writing a statement, I've decided to express myself in my own fashion with a poem. In Solitary on the anniversary of Alcatraz, and in protest of this hypocritical holiday known to the American people as Thanksgiving.
In the Spirit of
Bobby GarciaCrazy Horse and Emilano Zapata
November 12, 1979
A WARRIOR IN CHAINS WHEN
A WARRIOR'SSPIRIT IS WHOLE AND STRONG
HE IS NOT AFRAID TO DIE
IT'S OF NO AVAIL
TO THREATEN A WARRIOR WITH DEATH
FOR DEATH HAS LITTLE MEANING
TO LIVE
A WARRIOR NEEDSFREEDOMFOR IT IS THE INDIAN WAY
TO ENDURE
A WARRIOR NEEDSTHE RIGHTTO FREEDOM OF THOUGHT
A WARRIOR TAKES
CONSOLE IN THESACRED PIPEFOR IT IS HIS RELIGION
LIKE A DIEING POOL
OF WATERA WARRIOR BECOMES STAGNANT
WITHOUT FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
FOR IT IS
THEA WARRIOR PERISHES SILENTLYINDIAN WAY
ALONE
FOR HIS PEOPLE CANNOTHEAR HIS WORDSWITHOUT THE FREEDOMOF COMMUNICATION
IN PRISON THERE ARE
FEW
HUMAN RIGHTS
MY BED HAS BEEN A CONCRETE
FLOOR
MY BLANKET HAS BEEN MY
OWN BLOOD
I SURVIVE
WHILE THOSE THATABUSE ME ARE
HONORED
BUT I AM NOURISHED BY
THE GREAT SPIRIT
EVER TRUE AND UNWAVERING
I DO NOT FEEL LOST
I AM NOT ALONE AND WEAK
MY PRINCIPLES REMAIN
STEADFAST
MY BELIEFS REMAIN THE
INDIAN WAY
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