I have a horrible, horrible Dream

To the African soldier raised to be hard in the concrete jungle of western abyss, who dreams in black and white, I pray with baited hope those dreams never sees their strange fruit. To be chased through the ether by nightmares of rape in concrete hell with iron doors, by blades held by your brothers, and find those dreams continued into the waking world accented by the mediocre passing of moment to moment experience. Let the dreams of our brothers and sisters imprisoned by hypnosis and institution remain terrifying, carnal in their restitution, and entirely fantastic, that in waking they may know the violent peace of ignorant, invisible oppression. May we never see the chains that bind us till the key has been formed within the broiling forge of the womb mind.


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