Saturday, April 4, 2009

Fear

Fear,
seeping into pores,
curling it's black fingers on
beating hearts.
Stealing voices from it's like and replacing them
with screams.
Fear,
taking not what it deserves but what it's
victims give.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Runaway childern.

Runaway childern,
fighting for their share.
In the world, cold and bare.
Runaway childern in rags
without riches.
Runaway childern sleeping on the street.
Away from their mothers who cheat and
their fathers who beat.
Runaway childern packages
without joy.

Runaway childern come
again and be mama's boy.