A poem for a story in the process of becoming.
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250
The 4th has passed, 250 years of a nation with a troubled past, present, and future.
In Chains they Take Us
In chains they take us our voices too loud grating on their greatness a reminder that their proud is rooted in the suffering of us black and brown of us who dare speak out the children of star and moon the 'other'. They take us in chains from places where we dare name the elephant … Continue reading In Chains they Take Us
Take them to the Ketziot
Those from the Global Sumud held in horrific conditions. Greta Thunberg dragged by her hair. When did trying to help a starving populace become a war crime?
55 H5 No Eggs
The decline. Diminish the problem and remove the offending item entirely. Nothing is our fault.
Of Poppies
In one language, remembrance and death and also a consolation. In another, symbolism of "exchange and reciprocity... where the Palestinians' bodies give life to the land". After 364 days, we have seen nations give with two fists, in one hand weapons in the other aid, not in equal measure often with the cruelist of twists … Continue reading Of Poppies
Caia Rose 