Prisoner's LandA Poem by Nolan HittA new prison is to be built, but do we need the space?The South East coast, where millions of Africans were brought, bound in chains and forced to labor, a prison is being built.
Red bricks and mortar, set aside, ready to become a true facade as they cover the Bleak, gray bricks, steel and tile of space efficient cells. Have you ever seen the kennel room in a dog pound?
The construction workers are surrounded by fence, meant to keep the public safe. Prisoners in what will become a prison, meant to keep the public safe.
These shores, where many slaves made their last, lonesome landfall, will be one of their descendents' final homes. Regardless of whether it will be their last visit these residents will fill every cell; they are meant to, it's a new home after all.
As a self-proclaimed, Killer, Mike, has so simply put, “It's the new-way slavery.” © 2016 Nolan Hitt |
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Added on April 4, 2016 Last Updated on April 4, 2016 Tags: prison, prison industrial complex, slavery AuthorNolan HittMinneapolis, MNAboutI'm a fairly new fiction writer studying at the University of Minnesota. Much of what is posted was likely written for one of my fiction writing courses. more..Writing
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