Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • We fear the death's pain
    otherwise we never could...

  • they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
    they never saw him, they saw themselves...

  • This world, these words,
    these concrete foundations of temporality...

  • When the truth is due
    though your voice turns skew...

  • "O father" where has your fever gone?
    Where has your wisdom gone...

  • All the world's praising
    can't put an ointment on the...

  • In the free markets
    heart is the most bankrupting...

  • Like a drowning man holding on to his only...
    our remaining time is our last hope...

  • Stains would always shine
    in the daylight but the light...

  • The one Indian
    left from all the chiefs is the...

  • How heavy is the
    free and uninhibited...

  • Do not become better than them
    to prove you are better...