POETRY | On My Block by Wan Rezal

There are stories everyday Laid on the pavement grey, The streets people wonder Tell tales of their sonders. Monsters and mobsters. A mother limps to the bank. She’s ragged and rank For her desperate fixation’s To pay for her child’s education. Meanwhile, Yellow shirts are gathered at a square To form a protest there Over a country gone sinister; With its servants and ministers. Hold up, let’s take a quick intermission As we bring you this breaking news transmission. The citizens are now actually interested In the sum’ and sum’ billion. Then again, how do you know the truth’s...

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