It was but a suicide note
left to direct the living...
I dream of her,
the very precious beauty I once held in my arms...
Many quarrels end
with rocks being bashed...
Racists spread hate and gloom,
ain't needed in our society...
I left my home, a land full of honey and milk ,
although, bombarded by poverty and hunger...
The sunset paints my feelings
While the sky reflection represent my inner self...
What corruption may come will shatter before the...
No swords to swing and no shields to brace...
I never realized how cold I had become.
For years, walking paths of compassion...
Thunderous sounds of bullets and bombs has...
crying and screaming has replaced kids' usual...
Born to live, to age, to die,
Born to aspire to caress to watch the world go by...
Through drifts of snow upon the heart
The darkened moon will cease to glow...
Sitting in silence
Everyone working...