I cannot say that no thought went into this entry into the As Is What Was collection. I cannot offer you hope or strength. I will, however, request you to be a better person than you were yesterday, And if you cannot be better, then try your hardest. If you are out there protesting on the front lines, take care of yourself and those with you.
There shall be no poetry this evening
There might not be any tomorrow
Indeed it might be unfavourable to you
But so is the freedom of murderers
2 thoughts on “#66 There Shall Be No Poetry”
On Sat, 30 May 2020 at 2:17 AM, Owl in a Coffee Cup wrote:
> Arnav Sibal posted: ” As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with > no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, > idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? > Absolutely. There shall be no poetry this ev” >