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Sins of the father by R.C. Thaka

[tabby title="Poem"] the sins of the father will be visited upon the son but what say you of the sins of the son? will they be taxed onto the acts of the previously damned? or is his debt on a...

Lithopedions by R.C. Thaka

[tabby title="Poem"] Onyx stones don't wail like others like them do. They calcify all day then the following week, the months repeat and add up to a year. Onyx stones are body fossils in the womb excavated after decades, decades...

Walking while black by R.C. Thaka

[tabby title="Poem"] How can I hate my Melanin? When all she gets me are free massages and happy-endings from pigs who see me walking and feel justified in searching me. But still, I love you my Melanin without any prejudice....

Masters by R.C. Thaka

[tabby title="Poem"] They've masterfully expropriated your ideas and thoughts, and redistributed them amongst the masses, hordes and linguistic whores who, singular of desire, require only your words and knowledge, and who care nothing for where the words come from. They've...

Lost Generations by R.C Thaka

[tabby title="Poem"] Eyes sunken Sinking Leaking Blood, mucus and faeces Meeting Allah in the deepness Seeing God in empty feelings Praising the cross-legged Buddha as a fetus marked by Death before existence Bury them in unmarked graves and adorn their...