Don't write a poem
for a hungry child
Don't sing a song
For a landless people
Their agony is not in verses
Their pain is not in rhymes
Don't write that poem
from a table set for steaks
A hungry child will not eat your echos
Don't sing that song
from a mansion of opulence
Landless people won't be sheltered by your high notes
Don't write a poem
Don't sing a song
Monday, February 19, 2018
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Beware the wings
Beware the wings
Broken, life is an unbearable chalice
Don't marvel
when you see wings broken
They break a soul
They break tomorrow
Into fractures of hopelessness
Beware the wings
Broken, reduced a King Eagle into a squeaking birdy
And a blissful flight becomes a drag
that drips with sorrow and tears
Some fly away
Some wither with the night
Broken, life is an unbearable chalice
Don't marvel
when you see wings broken
They break a soul
They break tomorrow
Into fractures of hopelessness
Beware the wings
Broken, reduced a King Eagle into a squeaking birdy
And a blissful flight becomes a drag
that drips with sorrow and tears
Some fly away
Some wither with the night
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