Everyone's low-
head hung high...
16th February, 2018.
Pain of you fly away...
Don't call my work flawless.
Don't say how moved you are...
There are cracks
Holes on my mental walls...
Chaos, chaotic head hung low....
what would you do...
They say you shouldn't have a choice
To many that is silencing their voice...
It is to the point
that desirable leaders...
???Upon sight,
You can see...
Justice
A promise so often unkept...
Secrets are kept quiet
Alcohol loosens dry mouths...
With global warming upon the horizon
With honourable people...
You complain that the world is cruel.
You pray that the victims...