by Margaret Colangelo | | Poetry
We’re paralyzed by social numbing
as they fight off hunger
yet keep on running.
Blood, exhaustion, lovers’ limbs
all because of evil’s whims.
Childrens’ laughs drowned out by drones
and in defense they
fight with stones.
Rich in resilience, they’ve nothing left,
Fuck, fuck the IDF!
"Poetry is as strong now as it was hundreds of years ago. Kendrick Lamar is doing the same things that John Donne did. One of these we love, the other we get traumatic experiences from High School Lit. We might hesitate to call Lamar’s work “poetry” because it brings to mind old dead white men and incomprehensible Middle English, but the mechanics of poetry are all there.
Rhyme? Yep. Meter? Uh huh. Stanzas? All there. Heck, I would make the argument that sophistication is not even a prerequisite to poetry. “Twinkle Twinkle”? Poetry. “F*ck the Police”? Poetry."
Kevin Chen