By Ahmed Latif Not a history lesson but a street corner rebellion. Alternate between the current and the untold. To be immersed in truth, first we mirror malice. Expose the underbelly of a thought to make it complete. Hunt for anarchy but dream of the Republic. Black and white photographs of a vainglorious morbidity.
Pancakes and samurai swords. Beards and bears. Wigs and wolves. Wide-eyed cityscapes and blue-eyed soul. There is nothing fake about this movement. ***This poem can also be found in Swept Magazine Comments are closed.
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