I’m wondering what we have come up to A world with nobody to talk to You don’t trust the man sharing your bus seat Nightmares that raise your beat The man did no bad to you Just didn’t prove to you Guilty until proven innocent The stranger you call an immigrant
Poetry
Never Known, Never Will
Guest author James Ryder writes… That dusk upon us, the soft rock beneath us…Never known, a face more divineA smile so perfect, loved to be the reasonHer hair so elegantThe winds that it swirled, would give anything to be in its wayA Voice so sweet and smoothIn her whisper I heard, the sound of elixirHer […]