Every injustice shall make my words bleed, Every visual shall plant a poem’s seed, In this world where ink is for sale, I shall be the pen, the truth needs.Unperturbed by the power of lies, I shall let the truth…
The Last letter
Silent is the night, But I fear it won’t last, Waiting for the calm, To be shattered by a blast, So sad, so deplorable, This heaven is now a hell, I walk around clutching the death, Waiting for dropping shells.…
