Storms come to the valley

When I hear the howls

Of monoculture and old men

And see the chains around

The necks of pets

Storms come to the valley

No matter how much piss

You sink into your throat

The youth cannot live here

History is too hot for their blood

And the damage you’ve done

To their future

Stroking the sky

Storm over Bordeiro Villa

"Abandoned Home, Góis" acrylic on canvas 50 x 50cm

Poems and photographs by Yuri Nezovic. 

Paintings and drawings by Neil Tomkins.

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