Tag Archive: until all are free

Untitled Poem by Eric King

For some reason in my mind thinking this would be just fine Take a few years to relax & unwind I’ve never eaten well enough to fret on what’s not there been ages… Continue reading

Update to court information 3/3

  To everyone planning on heading to court on Thursday afternoon to support EK, here are the updated specifics:   When: Thursday, March 3rd, at 1:30 pm Where: Courtroom 8A – District Judge,… Continue reading

Eric’s Plea Signing Date 3/3/2016

  After almost a year and a half of pre-trial detention in shitty conditions, court battles and other legal woes,   and facing threats of forty years in prison, Eric King has finally… Continue reading

Eric has been placed back in segregation.

It has come to our attention through Eric’s attorney that he has been placed in the hole again during the shake-down of the facility. He has been told that he will have a… Continue reading

“They build walls to hold” a poem by Eric King

They build walls to hold to separate and destroy They build prisons to enslave to rip hearts to shreds They build planes to attack and build plants to make bombs They build borders… Continue reading

Am I angry or hungry a poem by Eric King

Am I angry or hungry starving and shaking throw a punch or take a bite cook a meal or start a fight? In what world does canned spoiled fruit and beans count as… Continue reading

“how did McDavid handle it when the judge said 19?” a Poem by Eric King

  This is a feeling you can’t escape its an empty loneliness, I know it me by myself despite a strong team back in the boxing ring keep hoping that i’ll wake from… Continue reading

Untitled Poem by Eric King

I think I see it, clearer they want us to live life in fear not feeling that kind of life broken into our minds robbery mask on tight to steal our sense of… Continue reading

Malawi Birds a poem by Eric King

Written in solidarity with the prisoners of Malawi who’s voices carry their stories beyond the walls that imprison them. I heard the Malawi birds they were bundled and stacked buried so deep but their… Continue reading

“I refuse to make a habit” a poem by Eric King

I refuse to make a habit of being oppressed or oppressive to wear chains and pretend they’re bracelets nothing orange is stylish these meals aren’t gifts and these captors aren’t our pals don’t… Continue reading