Judging
People look at me a see the person...
I will not be a lecturer -
No sir...
A little girl sits upon a cloud,
Watching the future TV...
I admit that I'm a loser,
I admit that I'm a freak...
Take my life
Hold it in your hands...
Food Runs Dry
The Waters Full Of Mud...
You were sheltered
& kept so air tight...
Why?
Why must I be here...
Father, you are my tester
The hands that hold my strings...
People from a foreign land,
Where they dwell amongst the sand...
In Memory of what has lately happened
On Londons’ streets...
On the news,
In newspapers...