[Text from blacked out image reads:
The will of workers, peasants and disenfranchised overflowing,
Women’s lives document the revolution.
From the factories, unstoppable, they shout for bread,
for an end to war,
An end to monarchy.
Emancipatory ripples cannot be stilled.
2017 led to nightmares, or conspiracy theories that shaped human rights.
How will this world celebrate us?]
I’m trying my hand at an erasure poem this week (they’re much harder than they look) for YeahWrite’s #352 nonfiction grid. Click the badge to take you to the grid. Read, comment, and vote for your favourite while you’re there!