Year in, year out.
We ask the legislature to bring about an opportunity to let us out.
Year in, year out.
The only thing without a doubt is that we lost another bout.
Is anyone keeping count of the losses that continue to mount?
They say this is a democracy, the will of the People holds supremacy.
All I see is hypocrisy, borderline tyranny.
Bills pass unanimously, yet are denied definitively.
Brandes, Pizzo, and Bracy ignored... absolutely.
This democracy has become a watered-down ideology.
Victims themselves speak passionately about giving a second opportunity.
But historically this doesn't benefit the monopoly.
Can't you see, it's all about gaining financially off the back of our economy.
What would you say to Florida having more Lifers today than more than thirty other states COMBINED?
Now, I'm not talking about individually, okay... It's a combined display!
20,000 lives laid out on a human buffet, feeding the rich a delicate gourmet... cannibalism of the modern-day!
Wish to identify those who oppose you and I?
Let's not deny what can happen when we unify!
Together our voices will multiply, echoing throughout eternitie.
No longer believing the lie, but willing to die we force the court to comply.
We put Life itself on trial, make it walk the Green Mile.
20,000 names we compile, have them all file.
Legislators do see how fragile, as the world is now mobile?
What happened to that slick little smile?
Wow... whose number did you just dial?
(ringing) "911... What is your emergency?" (dial tone)
Written by: A Lifer on the buffet table,
Society-First Inside Representative
And all rights are reserved by Society-First
Look into my eyes as I take my last breath, may your hand on mine
provide warmth as I leave this world.
As my body struggles to live, may my soul find solace.
While some will celebrate my death, those who love me will mourn.
For they realize that I am not what I have done and there
is light in my darkness.
Through the glass, I have one final glimpse of my loved ones and
utter my last words. I resign myself to my fate.
Never again will I feel their gentle touches or hear their words of encouragement.
Nor will they ever hear my voice again and I leave them in pain. They too, suffer for my choices.
May those who were not guilty of crimes they were killed for find
comfort as their souls take flight.
May those in high positions begin to see that many of us have outgrown our crimes and many have been rehabilitated. Please see us as individuals,
and that most of us are, indeed, worthy of life.
Alexander Plonski had spent his whole life trying to find where he belonged, it was like a constant tap, tap, tap on Dementia's mind... ever-persistent, yet ever evasive.
It wasn't until he went through the war-like conditions of prison that he came to fully know meaning beyond belonging. For Alex, trying to keep true to himself in prison was like having to walk through a warzone alone and unarmed, yet somehow still stay alive.
It was as if he was trapped inside the movie Hacksaw Ridge, and it was up to him to rescue the wounded soldiers trapped by an enemy who swarmed out of the earth like angry ants.
Pushing down his fear, and crouching like a tiger he would run through the rancid smoke that fell over the battlefield like a morning fog... dodging the explosion of fallen artillery... trying to decipher the screams to be a friend or foe.
Moving through such maddening ingredients he would listen to the cries as if they were Siri giving directions, and he, finally, stumbled upon communication specialist, Sergeant Hope.
Hope spoke with a tremble, ''Alex, man I'm so glad to see you! I was so scared and lost... I didn't know what to do... They were everywhere... killing everyone.''
Alex knew the look of terror, and simply said, ''Listen, Hope, I'm here now... you're going to be okay.''
After sending Hope down the mountain ridge to safety, he ran to find more wounded and came upon another soldier, Gunnery Sergeant Joy.
''Alex, forget about me... I ain't... I ain't got nothing left.''
''Joy stop talking crazy... I mean, what would any of us do without you?!''
After bandaging him up, he lifted Joy onto his shoulder and ran through the night as if a giant tidal wave was reaching its aquafied fingers out to swallow them alive.
Alex would rescue Kindness, Integrity, Truth, Goodness, Righteousness, and even Peace... but there was still one more out there. Peace had said that Redemption had taken on heavy fire just beyond where Peace had laid wounded.
On tired and wearied legs Alex ran, ignoring the loss of blood that was soaking into his fatigues. Nothing mattered if he couldn't find Redemption... so he ran.
He finally came to the place where he had found Peace, and just beyond he saw a mound of dead. He inched his way forward, and it looked as if Redemption had tried to make a human foxhole of his enemies. Alex jumped down into the carnage and immediately saw that Red was hit pretty badly.
''Red, don't worry I'm going to get you out of here,'' Alex said reassuringly, but as he began to clean his wounds Red grabbed Alex's hands and shook his head.
''I'm done here...'', and with that Red pointed to another soldier who Alex hadn't seen and whispered, ''That's my brother Reform, and I promised my mom I would get him home... Alex, I could never live with myself, if I left him here to die.''
Understanding, Alex simply nodded and helped Red over to where his brother lay wounded.
Red looked deep into his brother's eyes and said, ''Reform, I want you to know... that I got a great love for you... please tell mom that I love her too... and tell her that I kept my promise... And Reform, never be sad... never regret for I will find life through yours.''
Let's bring Reform home,
A fictional story by Alfred Rhiner
Society-First, Chief Editor and Co-founder
(Written in the prison creative writing group Exchange for Change in 2021. https://www.exchange-for-change.org/)
AS THE SUN SCORCHED SANDS OF THE TRAIL AGAIN BEGAN TO BURN MY BARE FEET
I MADE A SUPPLEMENTAL SUPPLICATION TO THE EL AND FATHER OF MY NATION
O YAHWEH, WHEN THIS WORLD SEE YOUR SIGN OF THE COMING OF ME
AS THE BREATH LEAVES MY CHEST I REFLECT, ON MY DIVINE EVOLUTION LIKE CHESS
FROM EVERY MOVE I HAD TO MAKE, TO EVERY MOVE THIS WRETCHED PLACE FORCED ME TO FACE
TO EVERY REALIGNING OF MY MIND BACK TO YOUR SUBLIME PURPOSE FOR MY LIFE EL I'VE DONE THAT,
AND I RESPECT EVERY PIECE ON MY BOARD AS A PLAYER FROM YOU LORD SO I HOLD NO GRUDGES AND NO REGRETS, CHECK!
IS A KARMETIC MANDATORILY INSTINCTIVE MOVE THAT I MUST MAKE IN MY STORY, AS IVE WALKED THE DIVINE LAWS TILL IVE ESTABLISHED WHAT ISAIAH CALLS "THE BEAUTIFUL FEET"
BUT HOW BEAUTIFUL DO THE FEET OF YOUR PROPHET HAVE TO BE, BEFORE THE EYES OF MY EARTHLY RULERS AND JUDGES SEE
THAT THRU THE FIRE OF LIFE'S TRIALS I'VE BEEN REDEEMED,
HUMILITY MY CLOAK, CONVERSATIONS ABOUT HIGHER EDUCATION THAT YOU CREATED THRU ME, TO ADVANCE THE YOUTH OF THIS NATION,
FALLS ON EARS OF DEAF MEN WITH HEARTS AS STIFF AND RESISTANT AS THE OAK TREE,
IT'S LIKE I'M CONSTANTLY FORCED TO DIGRESS, IVE SUPPRESSED ME!, THEN FELL FROM GRACE IN THE FACE OF ILLUSION, LIKE AN ANGRY BLIND FROM BIRTH CHILD RUBBING COLORED GARMENTS FOR AMUSEMENT
WHAT'S THE USE OF RENEWING MY MIND IF MY VISIONS ARE USELESS?
IF I REMAIN UNSEEN IGNORED AS IF UNREDEEMED, WHILE THE POTENTIAL CREATED IN ME FUELS THE GRANDEST VISION STREAMS,
AND I PRAY THEY CLOSE THE YARD, I'VE PRAYED SO HARD THAT IVE SCARRED THE HEARTS OF MY ANGELS AND THEY WHISPER,
ELYAH NOT EVEN JOB OR YASHUA IN THE FACE OF CERTAIN DEMISE APPROACHED THE EL'S THRONE IN SUCH ANGER,
AND I REPLIED OUT OF RESPECT YOU ALL ARE HERE TO PROTECT WHAT YAHWEH HAS EMBEDDED IN THIS VESSEL I PROJECT SO WHY CAN'T THEY SEE--- HIS EXEMPTION - AND IVE BEEN BREVETTED HIS MAJESTY IN THE HEIGHTS OF HIS DIVINE MAJESTIC COURT,
YET I LAY AT THE FEET OF IMPOVERISHED MEN, IMMORAL MINDS STILL IN LOVE WITH SIN, WHICH I'VE LEARNED IS IGNORING THE TRUTH,
MISSING EVERY SIGN OF TRANSFORMATION YET I STILL DO, RESTRICT AND RESTRAIN EVERY MEMORY OF PAIN, EVERY LOSS EVERY DEATH I ENDURED TO GAIN, EVERY ATTRIBUTE REVEALED TO ME THROUGH HIS SCRIPT I DO NOT CHARGE YOU WITH THIS,
I CREATE SOLUTIONS WITHOUT LOOKING FOR EXCUSES LIKE KIDS LATE FOR CLASSES, I ATTEND TO TRUTH,
I MAKE SELFLESS SUPPLICATIONS ON BEHALF OF THIS ENTIRE NATION, BABYLON MUST FALL AND RISE AGAIN IN RESTORATION, SO RELENTLESSLY I ASCEND, IN SPITE OF THE SIGHTLESS MORE NDS THAT HAVE CHAINED MY RESURRECTED LIFE TO WHAT WAS DEATH FO MY LIFE BACK THEN, I BUILD AND WAIT IN EARNEST APPREHENSION FOR THE DAY, WHEN YAHWEH WILL MANIFEST ME AS HIS INSIGNIA OF REDEMPTION!
YAH, YAH, YAH