My anger is a burnt match on a blanket of snow. My anger
resembles the songsmith shredding his songs. I don’t get it
why conquest is another word for foreign policy, why this
prism tongue, unbreakable & tethered, is a colonizer’s tongue.
My anger is a burnt match on a blanket of snow. My anger
resembles the songsmith shredding his songs. I don’t get it
why conquest is another word for foreign policy, why this
prism tongue, unbreakable & tethered, is a colonizer’s tongue.