Declaration - Friday Flash

I stand in your courtroom accusedArraigned in the dock abusedBy a pack of jurisprudent hacksNon-cognisant of the possibilityOf artistry, denied dead in its tracksChiding it unholy blasphemyCondemning me to years on the rackOf prison locks and visceral fearsWell I don't recognise your pedantryNor your arid linguistic savageryYour juris-diction is a legal fictionPlodding plotlines prefiguring the conclusionOf my inevitable convictionFor being a person of convictionForked tongue and serrated dictionMauling and maiming rids you of meConstricts my corpus of poetry and simileMakes you sole practitioners of larcenyCarving simulacra of language so moralisticHollow statues and statutes so autisticThey cannot support your glass ceilingsShrouding our citizens' surging feelingsYou bring the Philistine pediment downShattering your own bewigged crownsTo support truth one has to be freeYou can inject limitless penthanol into meI still continue to compose veritiesAs an artist striving for complex sublimitiesMy rhyme take wing and soarsBeyond the clutches of you prosaic whoresI shall never be coeval with your versionChockfull of inane and vitiating assertionsPiloting my own dauntless latitude insteadRemaining unbowed inside my headWhile you lexigraphic manglersWith strangler's hands around language's windpipeBearing along angular longitudinal meanderingsOverlook language's rich shading of meaningsNot just two sides to every storyBut a relative veritable potpourriOf parallax perspectival points of viewTear up you law codex, start anewDoubtless you will deny me pen and inkIntending for me to baste in my own stinkYet I will utilise my own paringsCollocating couplets from insect husksFinger stylus to impress the dustCommuning with those others sat here trussedAs they too in the past were confined unjustYet established our proud literary traditionFrom the inequities in the underbelly of a prisonSentenced, I will pour out my sentencesVenesect the soul of our people's transcendencesIn this shed skin I will quarry veins of feelingArm them with verbal ordnance to send our foes reelingSee how they will dance upon your ordinanceErgo I deny the authority of this courtSo I readily permit you to transportMe to the cells for some welcome solitudeIn order to ferment my rhymes brewedFor fomenting an organic uprising from lowly moldA storming of our own Bastille with me in the holdRestoring words to their full free expressionReclaim their regressive compressionFrom beneath your Judge's hammerDrumbeat accompaniment into the slammerWhere I will compose a new liberating grammarTo sustain the reverberation of our clamourI tender this tribunal my tribune declarationMay it engender the rebirth of our nation

Russian punk band Pussy Riot jailed for "Blasphemy" in Russia. This poem is dedicated to them.
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