The Word (کلمه)

I was a word abandoned in an old battered book, a word forgot by politics, by love and the speaking world. The poets fled from me. All of my letters detested me, deserting me for other words without once looking back. Just like that I was alone, a ghost-word that lacked its letters, lonely and…

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Tattoo

If you ask me: who are you?/I would reply: I am the man/Covered all over with tattoos of pain/With a body riddled with holes/With teeth fused together/I am the map of a country sold..Poem by Ogundare Tope.

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Foreign Aid 2017

‘hey’ one guy would yell ‘you know what PC stands for?/it means Pussy-whipped Cunt-licker’/that bunch was full of laughs” says Hitler. “but that’s beside the point.” Poetry by Dick Lourie in the aftermath that is Trump.    

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