Poetry

I DIDN’T FORGET

Then The young man The one that used to stay by your doorstep The Lazarus that always waited for crumbs But out of humanity you brought bread You did not see me as a beggar You even sneaked home an...

The Insanity In Our Sanity

I sit here… Enjoying the sight of its majesty From above, where I sit The grounds look peaceful Silky grass and sculptured buildings It’s all perfect. Then… They walk out Suits in all kinds of hues Mostly parliament blue Their laughs A piercing pain in...