A thoughtful and intellectually rich civic poem that transforms the price of bread into a meditation on labor, dignity, economic justice, and political legitimacy, though its argumentative strength occasionally outweighs its poetic imagery.
Jimmy Carter smiled his Sunday-school smile while secretly authorizing the CIA machinery of death. Listen to the Oval Office order regarding Archbishop Romero: Shut him up, or we will. The Human Rights President illusion is dead.
A thoughtful and intellectually rich civic poem that transforms the price of bread into a meditation on labor, dignity, economic justice, and political legitimacy, though its argumentative strength occasionally outweighs its poetic imagery.
In the wake of the great Bengali poets...
Jimmy Carter smiled his Sunday-school smile while secretly authorizing the CIA machinery of death. Listen to the Oval Office order regarding Archbishop Romero: Shut him up, or we will. The Human Rights President illusion is dead.
https://griobhtha1.substack.com/p/hemisphere-of-plunder-el-salvador
May Mrs Samira Toumans's baked gifts fill many stomachs in Gazza
Give us our daily bread🙏
a well-leavened piece, my friend!
Wow. Bread is also the wars in faraway lands...
Poetic license
I'd find a way to stuff a gag in Musks foul mouth
And lock him in his cellar
And cart off all his loot in rickety
Creaking wagonloads
Always ten steps ahead
Of the whooping Chicago boys
To fund the new red army
If it were led by this man
None can govern against empty stomach. And I add against brave resistance.