Soul and Pain, a poem

Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is saferContinue reading “Soul and Pain, a poem”

Soul and Pain, a poem

Soul and Pain. Here we are again, A dying planet and a line of willful morons Humping their hands while complaining about the better sex. No game, and they won’t shut up about it. Our so called leaders are afraid to lead Because they might not be leaders anymore if they do. Complacency is saferContinue reading “Soul and Pain, a poem”

Activist, a poem

Philosophy is dead. May theory reign supreme. For we don’t reflect, We plan, We vote, and we care. We are your neighbors, your daughters and sons, We are nothing to fear, Yet we are everything you hate. We are hear and we are loud. We are and will be hear until this work is done.