Conventional Wisdom Would Have One

Here And There In The Barrios And The Favelas, Among Those Who Have Least, Beat Hearts Of Hope, Fly Sparks Of Overcoming.

The State Would Rather Give Me An Uzi Than A Microphone.

If They Survive, Today's Children Will Inherit A World That Our Fathers And Grandfathers Have Ravaged, Where The Seas Are Acidic Cesspools That The Whales Have Fled, Where Rain Forests Are Indian Memories Never To Return, And Where Human Greed Has Plundered Mother Earth's Innards And Turned Human Genes Into Factories For Profit. They Will Inherit A Diminished Planet Where Fresh Water Is Increasingly Rare, And Where Fresh Air Is A Commodity... We Live In A World That Fears And Hates Its Young. How Else Can One Explain The Bequest Of Such A Foul, Polluted, And Hollow Inheritance?

Conventional Wisdom Would Have One Believe.

Very Few People In Prison Have Voices That Go Beyond The Wall. It's My Job To Do The Work For Them Because They Have No One.