Poems from Handsofblue
Outspoken
lady liberty gagged and shackled
optimistic
land of dust, land of emptiness
freedom?
lost to the tide
a fat cat sits in his palae...
hell is not on the
outside
its in my
head
Blurry lines and crooked faces all crowd around, hushed by the inevitable doom, I breathe, I exist and yet all the same I am not like them...