Advice To The Next Generation Of American's Who Will Have To Serve Time In Prison Poem by James McLain

Soon you will begin to feel the wrath of this
our next new administration.
I would advise you,
to read every book you can get your hand's on.
You need no special knowledge to be arrested or sent
to prison or jail.
The thousand headed monster will fight to keep you there
if you are unable to learn their language and their language
is not rap or how to disrespect women or kill the police.

You will receive a large prison sentence.
If you are in a gang find a way to leave it, the fantasy of
getting street cred, will doom you to cell's made of
steel and concrete, where it's never quite and everyone screams
to be heard.

Aids in side is rampant, they do not hand out condoms to you
who claim to be straight, yet dig up some booty then deny how
you came to have aids.

Verily my brother to you, I would thus say, you will die.
Though I sadly acknowledge that the state of our school's
may have brought so many of you to this, your current state.
You who are brown and black now have much to fear.
To you whom were damaged from birth, your mom smoked crack
and drank.

Verily a Judge will not hear what your public defender will
say to mitigate your sentence that day.
Instead the state will use your apparent mental deficiencies
as a just cause to extend your sentence by year's.

Like the monkey in the zoo you will live, though in reality
the monkey in truth lives a better life.

Don't ever give up or they've won.
You will go in young and if there is in you no apparent change
you will be old, when they let you out.
Some of the women guards will grow large erections in harming
you, as will the male guards show their moist vaginas.

The metal mirror on the wall will be to heavily scratched
to shave from.
The clothing once white will be yellow from age and stink.

Fresh fruit and food will be rare.
Solitary confinement will always be full.
Black and brown kept inside can not children make.

Contemplating garden's keep outside, outside of your head's
and your hand's busy.

Damaged though you are, damaged you may stay, learn to read.
The army they have, the army you saw, this army when they
one day release you is the army you built for them.