BURNING BIBLE

The first peek into your benevolence acquired for me several answers The alphabets that convey your passion has for long been my haunted game I smiled at your tears, offered a handkerchief for your words That which you answer to, my heart does it unsheathe The permanence of nature is put to task in your… Continue reading BURNING BIBLE

BE A MAN

Dead Joseph Hill sang some lyrics Of women rioting in the kitchen Who downed their spoons and went on strike Saying, “all we want are equal rights!” In jack boots, they marched to God On soap boxes, they demanded repatriation Protesting the curse of a man’s world That places no value on a woman’s worth