Machine pumped out another think piece this morning . . .
poetry

and this city is a grave
“Atlanta showed me my first pig carriage in flames.
I am learning how to pour gasoline on discourse.”
— Mohammed al-Kurd . . .

THE SAME FINGER THAT SAID
THE SAME FINGER THAT SAID
FUCK CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS
ALSO SAID
give biden another 4 years
give amerikkka another president
we must bomb that police state over there
. . .

Maybe the Rally Won’t Get Us Free
my comrades remind me there are fires to start
and i notice my hands are not nearly dirty enough. . . .

head bone (snuffuhnassi)
head bone (snuffuhnassi) a poem on how imperialism is connected to war is connected environmental destruction by Devyn Springer. . . .

Objective Facts
Objective Facts is poem from Darius Simpson about the necessity African resistance to the forces of exploitation and oppression. . . .

Power to the People
Power to you. Power to me. Power to be free. . . .

My Wise Country Cousin on Unca Jim Clyburn an de Sharp Rite Turn
Son, it look lak Unca Jim say, “Las’ time I chek I’se de whip— an’ got no time fo’ young Negroz wit all dey Blak Life lip…” He say, “de Bibull speak ob “spoilin’ de chile by sparin’ de rod!” as he read de Riot Ak to whippasnappas ob ‘de Squad…’ “We rescued yo’ po’ asses frum Boss Tweet—de main dangur— lak pullin’ Negroz feet frum fire ob W wit de Drone Rangur!” We gib ‘de lef’ movin’ space wit Ol’ Blak Schmo an’ Ladee Blu— what else can me, Miss Nancy, Cap’n Steny an’ Tio Tomas do? Jim say, . . .