Madness

The Mad Man has his list Listen as he pounds his fist. ”I must have more ”There are points to score.” Whatever he should choose The innocent will lose. But he is on our side So we know he cannot lie. A win With sin. Victory because of our might By the dawn’s early light. …

I ran

I ran from the tears The mothers’ cries seared into my memory The fathers’ damp handkerchiefs will never dry In the skyscraper above, the rich counted their money And the flags flapped in the wind Another successful war

World

A black and white world How ideal Someone always right, blessed with that gift Bathed in great light, ensuring better tomorrows The sun does not rise at the same moment for all As I sleep you stand tall But then I rise as rest calls you Neither of us thrives if always in the dark …