“And if the captors slave master false news caster and war benefactors knew a love like ours they would go thirsty with their lives and come to us with lost magic in their memory and we will feed them when they come to us on their knees weighed down from weaponry begging forgiveness and water we will share our medicine until they weep at the resemblance of our faces they will remember our names and their numbers will crumble to dust bankrupt, their blood money will be as worthless as their guns.” ~Climbing PoeTree, spoken word duo

Art by Anthony Freda

Art by Anthony Freda

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