Guerilla poet Lionel Fogarty pushes against an unjust world. Here is what he had to say:
On corners to centers, deliberate poison, diseases. Explorers violently imposed. Now, white man's violence still seeps through upon doors and floors. You walk on lores, your laws keep us oppressed, difficult. Legality don't mean we don't understand. It's racist, loaded with high powered bullets, shotgun and our babies brains and heads demand an edge, edge of oppression to drop. You created more oppression. You created more oppressed, hot and sadness and mindless, cold and rotten and frustration, show us your freedom. I know it's disguised in racism, because we are not liberated. We feel it's a struggle of our people not machined by you. White, red, yellow, black, brown will come forth to crush you. Thank you people.
