Thursday, 8 May 2014


 A wee poem from Contra Info:


Ten bread rolls
four red apples
a green apple
a banana
dozens of sandwiches
rolled in aluminum foil
We try to save
what can be saved
from this crooked world
scavenging your garbage cans
scavenging your tourist life
Do you need any towels?
Do you need any toilet paper?
we ask while diving
deep into consumers’ leftovers
My feet are killing me
but I cannot stop questioning
When the fuck will we stand up?
against you-know-who
against you-know-what

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