It is a plague. It planted itself in the depth of our hearts, long ago, And turned some of us blind.
The days of old are gone, but the shackles still remain
Globe-trotting tyrantTrampling fruitful foundationsAnd blossoming communesUnder…
Lost, adrifta sea of anomaly,a tangled webwe can’t unravel,a turncoat’s just a fashion critic,a poacher’s lifeis harsh and…
A political haiku
Monsters trampled the mountain’s path,steel-toed bootslanding heavy in the dirt,smudging the familiar shadowof the trace.
…
It may just be me,