By Jessica May-Cox
bringer of light,
bringer of life,
my comfort in the night
i give my dreams to you
so i may be born anew
oh, how i miss the old times
orange, lemon, limes
grapefruit, tied with twine
in my window, calling in the sunshine
they grasp at dying rays,
a mere echo of you,
though you never decay
on the shortest day,
i think not of darkness
only of your loving glow
my heart’s encased in snow
i reunite with sunlight
you burn so i may grow
Illustration by Paavas Bansal
Sophie highlights how society imposes contradictory and performative expectations on disabled people.
Hareem claims that Western powers weaponise feminist rhetoric to justify imperialist violence.
Anna contends that Dubai’s promise of insulation from Middle Eastern instability was always precarious, and recent conflict exposes how wealth cannot ultimately shield a city from geography, politics, or human consequences.
Andrei argues that Trump’s war on Iran is incoherent and contradictory, with no clear strategy, and appears largely driven by Netanyahu’s political interests.
Amy argues that elitist attitudes at LSE, rooted in unexamined class privilege and reinforced by superficial markers of academic prestige, are both sociologically unfounded and hypocritical.
