The Poetic Political
Fumings of a Feisty Feminist
Making waves of change, one poem at a time.
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I will gladly argue there’s no winners in war
Only death and destruction that we both abhor. Bodies strewn across the land Bomb shells lodged into the sand. Used brass bullet casings abound Littered dead bodies on the ground Mines left behind for others to find As a consolation prize to remind Us that in war there’s no winner—only death As we die victorious and take our last breath.
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
May 2020
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