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“any where or world where there is love there is the sky and its blue free
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Read against the terrible incineration of Rafah today, this poem of resistance and refusal, by Pa
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Palestinian poet Refaat Alareer, a martyr of zionist state genocidal violence, has left us with a tale of resistance and hope.
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
Trigger Warning
Palestine’s the
Answer—
What was the
Question?
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
Shangri-La—untaxed, socially-distanced champagne-
caviar, Cayman Island, yacht crowds who
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
Could the pigment of your imagination
cause Black magic mascots, props, sops—
Black faces in high places—
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
“…there are known knowns. There are things
we know that we know. There are known
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
“History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.” —Karl Marx
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
"From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs…” —Karl Marx
Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence
“Ain’t no power like the power of the people—
‘cause the power of the people don’t stop!” bouncing
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