Northern heartbeats succumb to the umbra,
as if we were born to die here, allured...
Child slaves ( Senryu)
Work until you drop...
Wet, ice cold, sweating profusely
my pals subjected to the same fate...
Pounded beats on cobbled streets
Not a drum to hear but the steady fall of feet...
Cowards are those people who pick fights with...
They hit, scream and curse people who are weak...
I've seen what there is to be seen.
A distant traveler from far way...
Venom spilling around the world
There's a crack in every heart...
Love. Hate.
Love. Hate...
And I, the protector of the covers.
Wished it gone for one hundred mothers...
Sometimes I just want to go to sleep
And never wake up again...
Bureaucrats Portraits
Abreast...
Underneath the debris
the soft grass perseveres...