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Blue Fifth Review
Volume VIII. Issue 3
April 2008

Photography by Brent Sturgis

Collin Kelley
( Atlanta, Georgia )


Patty Hearst On The Occasion Of Her Presidential Pardon

Mamaís got her x-ray sunglasses on,
her thought control beehive sending signals,
her noose of pearls ready to lasso me home.
Take off the black dress, Mom, Iím not dead.

Iím an urban guerrilla, donít call me Patty, 
Iím not a cartoon or your little girl, Iím Tania. 
Only in California will they let you keep
your rock star shades on for the mug shot.
I looked like a starlet.

Iím alive, an example, a symbolic warning.
You think 1975 wonít happen again?
Just give it 30 yearsÖthe riots will come,
and waters will rise and desperate men, 
labeled as terrorists by fascist governments,
will strike fear deeper than the SLA. 
Our symbol is a serpent, its tentacles long,
and reaching. Cut off a head, another grows back.

Iíve got a sawed-off carbine and cyanide bullets,
check out this beret, Iím a modern day Che Guevara,
Iíd make Bonnie Parker cream her panties, 
when I strike my pose in San Francisco, 
I smile for the security cameras, Iím making 
a withdrawal. 

Dear Donald DeFreeze, sounds like a Superman villain, 
looks like Superfly, so much hotter than Daddy,
who gives away cheap food to the poor,
no beef or lamb, a Marie Antoinette with no throne.
No mind control here, just a little deprogramming
to see truth unwashed and unfiltered,
to see what is coming next.

The leaders will be not-so-secret dictators, 
human rights will be discarded, 
countries will be occupied, the rich 
will drink oil, racism will rise in flood waters,
and Iíll be free, pardoned, back in the familial fold.
But every time you see me, youíll remember 
the gun in my hand, the street-fighting years,
that we are still prisoners of war,
and youíll wonder just who has been brainwashed.

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