For all prisoners of resistance

 

In prison you are stripped of clothes

to strip you of dignity, of choice, of art.

You are left only your naked body,

belief and imagination.

 

So you make them your food of resistance

and fast and starve them of their power

of deciding when and what you eat,

of pissing into your meals.

 

So you forge instruments of resistance:

bed legs into percussions, bed springs

into strings and paper into winds

and torture them to confess their impotence.

 

So you become radio resistance

and your broken window speakers

that broadcast songs of freedom

across the prisonless land.