A nation of killmongers, comes with daddy-mummy issues, can’t really tell where they belong, can’t really remember where they came from, a need to kill, to remember those kills, has psychotic tendencies, prefers isolation, inflicts self-mutilation, dwells on the past, can’t move forward, sides with low IQ people, builds walls, speaks and acts like hypocrites, expects the world to understand their plight when they can’t even be bothered to understand the plight of the people they took their lands from, can’t do relationships, kills relations, burns neighbours, incites war, hunger and poverty but feeds its people luxury, believes that they are king to the fucking throne but the world says otherwise, develops weapons but has not developed common sense, brings guns to fight peaceful protests, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces, kills and displaces and yet calls itself a democratic nation that votes to have innocents displaced and killed without an ounce of humility or humanity: Is ra el.
Elancharan is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks, New York) and Sleeping with Wildflowers (Alien Buddha Press, Arizona/New York).
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