Own & Owe from Dream Sequence by IBURNPOLICE

Home is graffiti'd walls
With floor to ceiling personalities
Creeping, peeling, plaster and leaks
Home is the drip outside my door or window as I sleep
A hole looms over my bed
With the attic peeking through
Nails sticking out the floor boards just enough to rip my socks
Thinner walls than paper
But I worked my way up to brick
Live in one place long enough you start to notice the benefits
Of not living up a ladder
Carrying your blind dog up
Crating off the area because he can't see the drop
A window frame of wood
I saw and screwed with my bare hands
My carpenting skills at 20 created more than blockades and protest chants
At 18 its treehouses, a trampoline
A meal of donated beans cooked over flames
This is what my community's named
We called it the valley of death
Because you were encompassed by cut down trees
The burner, bunk house, a backyard of farmers fields
Doing stretches outside in February
A ferret once joined me for a meal

I swapped my freedom to stop a train
And then I swapped it for a pub
Swapping ever more for my right
My right to climb the government
Not just their buildings, the trees they claim
The people they blame
Have you ever considered how much more they own and owe than you
Have you ever considered how much more they own and owe than you

It's no simple mathematics
Subtract by privilege or add it to your tally
You'll find us hiding in the alleys, in the blindspot
Just out of the cameras eyesight
Across the room the eyes write a melody of longing
How long will I be held in this room this time
From 4 hours of processing, 2 in the cage
How long will I be held in this room this time
From beacon to the back of van, sprained wrists
I won't tell you my name until I have to
Call my solicitor, nice to see you again
Court case, court room, in the box, on the stand
Good character, past convictions, holding hands with my codefendants
As we feel the judging eyes of the system
Will I be put into prison
This time

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