Rozario Release New Album's Title Track 'To The Gods We Swear'
Norwegian Melodic Metal band Rosario has released the title track of their new album ‘To The Gods We Swear‘.
‘To The Gods We Swear‘ will be release on October 22nd via Pride & Joy Music.
David Rosario was looking for someone to record some of his songs with. David had been impressed with guitarist Stein Hjertholm and drummer Per-Helge Bruvoll after seeing several gigs with their band, so he…
NYPD Killed 19-Year-Old Win Rozario After He Called 911 for Help
The fatal shooting of the Bangladeshi teen has set off protests and demands for justice from the family.
The police fatal shooting of Win Rozario, a 19-year-old Bangladeshi teen who lived in Queens, New York, has set off protests and demands for justice from the family. Rozario had called 911 in late March asking for help as he experienced a mental health crisis, but two New York police officers who arrived at the family’s home shot him at least four times within minutes after entering the Rozario residence. The NYPD claimed Rozario “came at” the officers with a pair of scissors when they fired at him, but police body-camera footage shows he was standing on the other side of the kitchen, several feet away from the officers, as his mother desperately tried to shield her son. “He needed help, and what they did instead was kill him,” says New York City Councilmember Shahana Hanif, who represents the city’s 39th Council District. She also discusses progressives’ ongoing efforts to pass a ceasefire resolution at City Council to demand an end to the war in Gaza, as well as Mayor Eric Adams’s crackdown on asylum seekers.
A EULOGY
by Tania De Rozario
for everyone poked so full
of holes, their own voice passes
through them, history escaping
the body in a series of echoes.
for everyone distilled into colour
of skin, choice of pronoun,
place of origin, length of hair, years,
skirt, name, limbs, medical record.
for everyone made to believe
that the petals of persecution
blossomed from the buds
of their own paranoia.
for everyone passed over in favour
of a name that seemed easier
to pronounce, was less of an assault
to someone else’s comfort.
for everyone accused of prolonged
adolescence, scars on their arms
marking time like a calendar, body
taking itself into its own hands.
for everyone blamed
for the stare, grope, catcall, assault
that cut like glass into flesh as if
they had asked to be broken.
for everyone deceived
into dreaming, everyone who left home
and family to provide for home
and family, returning with nothing.
for everyone pumped
so full of doctrine, the guilt which ate
into their bones made them believe
breaking them was the only way out.