SOLEMN VOICES by Mesioye Affable Johnson

The lines tracing the sacred lawn to where love resides now broken on the head of humanity with darkness Where wars and bombs could see through The hollows struck and shadowed by mean beings To secure sick silence at the other end where prognosis Is belittled by faded today and abetted by stained yesterday. The… Continue reading SOLEMN VOICES by Mesioye Affable Johnson