wrinkles appear,
Earth still dying.
truth?
i wasn't lying.
oh, u meant, The Truth?
oh dear, haven't you got ears?
hear the riots!
hear the talks!
hear the chants!
hear the screams!
hear the cries?
of suffer, somber,
and for humble generous!
YOU ARE READING
anthems
Poetrystories of generations, youth and ages collide. injustice of sorts, words should import, into mind, into heart. cruelly thought, wisely, input. old storage, new creations my piezas read, deeply, art. worldly antiques and word-ly innovations.
