Global Corruption

For a long time We have taken we have killed and we have polluted Forever longer we will keep rendering such pains in the name of survival But when the world gets tired of seething in silence we will cry in anguish and ask why we have deserved the inconveniences to follow.

Flying my kite

In the arbour of shaded life, I sit and dream of flying a kite, But the string is lost and lost is the heart, Wind is blowing the seasons apart, And so I sit and drink all lies, That need not be told yet are enshrined, In to the minds of all they are kept…