Wrapped in chains Locked to a stake You only share a God Because of their power Your body The only symbol Wrists torn through Nail wounds to hang from You only share a God Because of their power Your body The only symbol Children stolen Children murdered Children tortured This…Continue Reading
Category: Poetry
Swivel
I want to unite once again with poetry But I no longer cope Concocting false hope Projecting upon a limitless background The audacious human tendency To call his own perception, true reality When we exist as a near-infinite improbability I knew this, at once, when I was born. I…Continue Reading