Radicals

Welcome to this gritty dive,  

the back alley of poetry,  

where the broken meet,  

and dreams are cheap,  

a place where words  

are the last stand  

against the world’s indifference.  

Here, we gather,  

the poets, the fighters,  

the ones who bleed on the page,  

scribbling our sorrows and joys,  

for the marginalised,  

the weak, the forgotten,  

the ones left behind  

with nothing but scars  

and stories to tell.  

This is no polished parlour,  

no museum for the sanitised,  

but a raw, pulsating heart,  

where the ink runs thick  

like whiskey on a Friday night.  

We’re here to shout,  

to disrupt, to flame,  

with verses that cut deep,  

that tear down the walls  

of indifference and greed.  

Join us,  

as we light the fire,  

ignite the conversations that matter,  

flickering lights in the darkness,  

where every voice is a punch,  

a love letter,  

a brutal truth we can’t ignore.  

Let’s dig our hands  

into the dirt where hope grows,  

where the ugly meets the beautiful,  

and we create something new,  

a community built on raw,  

untamed compassion,  

where the world is one chaotic melody,  

and we sing along,  

out of tune, but alive.  

So, step in, my friend,  

grab a seat at the bar,  

feel the weight of the world,  

the heaviness of love,  

and let’s toast to the fight,  

to the power of our words,  

to revolution dripping from our pens,  

as we write, bleed, and rise,  

together, here,  

in this beautiful mess we call life.