Declaration - Friday Flash

I stand in your courtroom accused

Arraigned in the dock abused

By a pack of jurisprudent hacks

Non-cognisant of the possibility

Of artistry, denied dead in its tracks

Chiding it unholy blasphemy

Condemning me to years on the rack

Of prison locks and visceral fears

Well I don't recognise your pedantry

Nor your arid linguistic savagery

Your juris-diction is a legal fiction

Plodding plotlines prefiguring the conclusion

Of my inevitable conviction

For being a person of conviction

Forked tongue and serrated diction

Mauling and maiming rids you of me

Constricts my corpus of poetry and simile

Makes you sole practitioners of larceny

Carving simulacra of language so moralistic

Hollow statues and statutes so autistic

They cannot support your glass ceilings

Shrouding our citizens' surging feelings

You bring the Philistine pediment down

Shattering your own bewigged crowns

To support truth one has to be free

You can inject limitless penthanol into me

I still continue to compose verities

As an artist striving for complex sublimities

My rhyme take wing and soars

Beyond the clutches of you prosaic whores

I shall never be coeval with your version

Chockfull of inane and vitiating assertions

Piloting my own dauntless latitude instead

Remaining unbowed inside my head

While you lexigraphic manglers

With strangler's hands around language's windpipe

Bearing along angular longitudinal meanderings

Overlook language's rich shading of meanings

Not just two sides to every story

But a relative veritable potpourri

Of parallax perspectival points of view

Tear up you law codex, start anew

Doubtless you will deny me pen and ink

Intending for me to baste in my own stink

Yet I will utilise my own parings

Collocating couplets from insect husks

Finger stylus to impress the dust

Communing with those others sat here trussed

As they too in the past were confined unjust

Yet established our proud literary tradition

From the inequities in the underbelly of a prison

Sentenced, I will pour out my sentences

Venesect the soul of our people's transcendences

In this shed skin I will quarry veins of feeling

Arm them with verbal ordnance to send our foes reeling

See how they will dance upon your ordinance

Ergo I deny the authority of this court

So I readily permit you to transport

Me to the cells for some welcome solitude

In order to ferment my rhymes brewed

For fomenting an organic uprising from lowly mold

A storming of our own Bastille with me in the hold

Restoring words to their full free expression

Reclaim their regressive compression

From beneath your Judge's hammer

Drumbeat accompaniment into the slammer

Where I will compose a new liberating grammar

To sustain the reverberation of our clamour

I tender this tribunal my tribune declaration

May 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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