Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Messengers Of Mortality
At the break of dawn, life has already begun, Amidst the victor and vanquished, the task is half done, Those unfortunately alive, are pre-occupied with the dead, To notice the direction in which to futilely head. The unborn generations would