 The poem by Shukri that he just wrote from from federal prison where Senator Schumer helped send him confessing no guilt. On November 24, 2008 I started serving a 65-year sentence of imprisonment for my humanitarian work in Occupy Ballastide. Innocence is the absence of guilt. The evidence is compelling. I occupied my mother's womb, my modest home, my woman's heart. I have not occupied a people, their soil, their sea, their sky. I blew through hard to read pages growing weary sooner than wise. I have not blown up neighborhoods, their streets, their homes, their lives. I burned candles, calories, incense, and a few bridges to lost loved ones. I have not burned mosques, churches, schools, olive trees, and body parts. I kept three hens in a chicken coop and every morning stole their eggs. I have not kept a whole nation fenced and locked in a garrison state. Oh, and when I was small and ignorant I spun a slingshot and killed a bird. I have not turned an F-16 on a child brandishing only a small flag in her hand. Guilt is the absence of innocence. The evidence is compelling.