I often wonder if the children should
Attempt to pay the debt of gratitude...

No longer a subject of notoriety
Two people survive in our society...

When rocking on the waves of insecurity,
And lacking in emotional maturity...

We all begin with noble thoughts in mind
To make a government that serves mankind...

The world is a locomotive,
In senseless rush and active fury rolling on...

Of all the prisons, jails and detention centers
Bastilles, Sing Sings, and Gulags and St...

They say that in the depth of failure,
Amidst the tears, pain and dour stress...

Those of us, who set a trap for others,
End up themselves deservedly entrapped...

The biggest scourge for those who've gone to...
Is the eternal bane of partial knowledge...

To hate another kind is somewhat known,
And it is frowned upon by folks refined...

Monsoon
It will be here soon...

Beyond the waters, way below,
Lie shiny caps of Southern snow...