headlines: why/afghanistan/2007

Dear Readers,

Another deep and yet not deep enough day in the news. Keep reading for today’s Hip Hop based commentary on the New York Times headlines by Political Poet Naxal. That’s me. I flips the news like you never seen. Almost on the Daily. Enjoy.

[Readers, for the past two days (including Mother’s Day-Happy Day to all the dope mami’s and papi’s who gotta be mami’s to their blood families and created families, ’nuff respect to the teachers who Mother children in droves all day for nine months at least) the front page photos of the New York Times have been pictures of Afghanistani men, one where they are wounded (5.13.07) and the other where they are responding to the visage of a mortally injured man and leader (5.14.07). The accompanying content has been somewhat refreshing (I gotta admit) because it reflects a degree of confusion, a healthy dose of outrage, like its five years later and]:

why/afghanistan/2007

May 14, 2007

why/afghanistan/did the new york times give their ruddy/sunloved faces/agonized/riveted on the blood spackled specter/a knee twisted snarl/wretched army gnarled/wonderous/eyes/still on/prize/tries to make sense of why he is in this land/fighting this man/and/can

can the press/make sense/in 2007/yes/with public consent/it can/we can/change so much and still stay the same with that midas touch/the candy man can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world go round/can/yes we can/change/brain

here’s whats news to me/three blue herons, the crane-like blue tinged bird/have been spotted in and around oakland/i saw one/when i was swimming mermaid tongue deep in smooth cool relfected lake water/consistency of the loosest molecular metal/crystal clear in green filter sheer/she/the blue heron/ was there by the estuary opening, where it gets all swampy/shallower over there/she looked like nothing i had ever seen in my god given life/flower of an aura of intensity around her proud long necked head/and gaze/gaze as sharply focused as the night is on dawn/so much so the thought across the lake like mist was/what next/what now/watch out/not how/but when/was the word/now/was the feeling

whats news to me/a pod of humpback whales swam down the sacramento river today/humps/tails/water immersed great whales/message bringing sails of patience and creativity unleashed/unmarooned/blue too/crests emblazoned on the horizon near enough to hear from shore/they were real live lore/humphrey the whale has been visiting the sac-town river for 15 years/and this year, he brought his homies/when whales come/and are free to go/it is time/to migrate/my friends/my great/my greatest wish/is that this world would never end. period.

My Love,

Naxal

P.S. Stay tuned for more of All the News That’s Fit to Flip by NaXaL, aka PoliticalPoet, aka Young Writers of Color are the Shit.

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