By John Gallas
‘Once we were happy in our own country… but the Wasichus came, and they have made little islands for us… and always these islands are becoming smaller, for around them surges the gnawing flood of the Wasichu ; and it is dirty with lies and greed.’
– Black Elk
Winner of the Bronze Medal Award in the 2020 Cerasus Poetry Olympics.
A brave and exciting collection of 28 anti-colonial poetry-prints.