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
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