NO CROSS TO BEAR?

You came with your heads: running feet can’t take you here. What made you think the world is yours? We who drummed, we who played the last –card; who raised thy shoulders to the crown? We have heard eloquences from flummoxed speeches, Cocooned in parches, self-centered formulas, dabbling on the liquor of corruption. I have… Continue reading NO CROSS TO BEAR?