Yes Dada! I realize I am nothing but I live in...
I need Thy grace...
This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...
I love fried fish.
Sometimes during my 2nd Year...
I try not to be devilish,
Doing everything I want...
The clouds are all in focus
The vision is a blur...
Guns
We cannot enjoy the world...
I can see the storms are rising,
As my daytime turns to night...
Scorched is the land 'neath where my feet lie,
where rain burns black in the dark, night sky...
Natural selection
It was dusk and the sky was dim...
I used to be beaten,
Plus castigated for having a poor handwriting...
GOD has been downsized to a mere provider,
Of food, healing from sickness, favour, fame...
Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...