An afternoon around these parts...

Poem written by Saad El-Asha on Monday 20, April 2020

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An afternoon around these parts is as inconsequential as breaking the fourth in Gonzo pornography; This is not a condemnation. This is not a eulogy. But Here I am walking by the vendors and buyers and what is in between, and I remember that these streets have never seen a cinema a public library or a place in which you see opposition. An afternoon around these parts eats the soul but my soul is thriving upon the aftermath of tragedy: The only option there is: Forced disappearance, not entirely forced.
   

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    Sounds like some soul trapped in a Trump-land purgatory wandering among the illiterate. People petrified in deliberate ignorance and bigotry excusing themselves by labeling all others elitist. Well written. The metaphor of breaking the fourth wall was so striking and so brilliant. It made the rest of the poem fall into place. It's like they say, 'Never argue with fools. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.' You are right. It is not a forced exit. It is a throw up your hands and walk away exit.
    <3
    Very relatable, I think you've summed up the frustration of that kind of situation perfectly.
    Yes, this is quite good. As usual, you manage to post something thought-provoking.
    Thank you, people, so much. <3