The debut of the “Verses in the Wake” poetry column tears through illusion with lyrical fury. It strips democracy of its costume, revealing empire’s raw face—where ballots bury dreams and language launders violence. This is poetry as reckoning. As resistance.
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When nostalgia becomes a weapon, truth blurs. As AI-generated Ghibli-style imagery floods the political arena, we must ask: What happens when the visual language of peace is hijacked to launder state violence?
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