A poem for the mostly male, Aryan, and fearful in America THEIR GOD THE GUN I swear to God these motherf@ckers must know something we don’t I’ve never seen them this scared before Not in my lifetime Sure I’ve read about it in the past & it echoes of Germany in the 1930’s But like I said in my lifetime I’ve never seen them this … Continue reading Their God The Gun
If this is your first time here with us Welcome to Bus Stop Judo. Every Friday we post an original from the header above. This Friday we have a poem by Tabala Jali Thomas, a poem for those on the brink of metamorphosis. We hope you enjoy. Spectacle The drought dry days of regret are over Alas water has returned to the Hamlet The dam … Continue reading Friday Flow: Poetry, Prose, and Haiku
(written on the anniversary of The Russian Ukrainian War February 24th, 2023) by Tabala Jali Thomas War is the preponderance of the absurd & The justification for insanity War calluses the soul & animates the spirit with apathy War convinces us that any level of hatred is acceptable & that indifference should be the first thing fed to our children so they will have the … Continue reading War, From the Window of a Poet
(a poem for Governor Ron DeSantis and Majare Taylor -Greene) IS THAT FASCISM I SMELLSniff……Sniff Do you smell thatthe stench of charred carcasses Bodies of critical thought being burnedin the concentration camps of idiocySniff……SniffDo you smell that fragrancethe perfume of rope burna byproduct from the nooses around thenecks of the apatheticas their heads perpetually lean forward in orderto make sure their eyes constantly stare into … Continue reading Is That Fascism That I Smell
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