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Saturday, 14 June 2014
Protests in Brazil: World Cup for who?
As the multibillion-dollar capitalist bonanza of the World Cup plays out [...] leftists and radicals should lend their solidarity to the movements opposed to what the World Cup symbolizes for so many Brazilians; capitalistic exploitation, enduring racism and ongoing criminalization of the poor, as well as the symbiotic nature of those systems of oppression.
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Wednesday, 11 June 2014
Sunday, 8 June 2014
Burning instead of beauty
Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your pain
When they all want you but they don't know your game
I guess your death will pass in time
But in the meantime let me build your shrine
I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I'll carve your name
Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage
When they hunt you down and put you in their cage
I understand your need to hide
Not from fear but from losing your mind
I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I will not rest until I find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I'll carve your name
Burning
Burning
Burning instead of beauty
Photograph by Diana Lee Zadlo [subrosa.cc]
When they all want you but they don't know your game
I guess your death will pass in time
But in the meantime let me build your shrine
I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I'll carve your name
Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage
When they hunt you down and put you in their cage
I understand your need to hide
Not from fear but from losing your mind
I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I will not rest until I find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I'll carve your name
Burning
Burning
Burning instead of beauty
Friday, 6 June 2014
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
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Sunday, 1 June 2014
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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