Broken Spell #FreePalestine by Charl Landsberg

[tabby title="Poem"] Palestinian blood is a cruel antidote,to the dreamlike slumber white supremacy,has over the world.A blood sacrifice to hold a pale mirror up,so the world can see itself soberly,hung over, and bleeding.Palestinian children drinking water from puddles,do they see...

Do They See Us? by Manqoba Mtsweni

[tabby title="Poem"] Do they see usWith gold-framed and rose-tinted glasses?We're dust to them,When we stand, our poverty rises into view; our voices sound within earshot.We stain their black suits brown,With our complaints and the troubles from where we've been laying.Living...

Cradling Crescent Dreams by Pelonomi Itumeleng

["tabby title="Poem"] Even the moonShows off her eight phases proudly and loudly.Your dreams stay hiddenFor days you'll be strong enoughTo showcase them in broad daylight .Aren't dreams like little babiesYou cradle to sleep?The process so worthwhileThe peace enjoyed is much...

to do it differently (iii) by Salimah Valiani

[tabby title="Poem"] i: Genocide is genocideSouth Africa goes to the ICJ on a truth offensive. Truth saves hearts of the living. Yemen targetsthe killer’s throat by blocking the sea. Oman blocks the air to save Yemeni bodies quietly beingbled like...

A Firefly On A Conveyor Belt by Nkateko Masinga

[tabby title="Poem"] I watch my past spin and spin, sickenedby my body’s blunt refusal to lunge at it. I lack the enthusiasm required to grabwhat is mine and admit that it is mine. Who, when meeting again what has wantedthem...