There’s a boldness
to the pen, each
sultry stroke,
imagining creation
wings, up
and away,
carrying bold
minds, nearer
the brink-
etching crystal
canvas, des mots
they flow.
Category: Urbanism
“V,” for victory,
is the letter
today, no more
villains, to
lead us astray,
we walk
in unity, with
all our might,
arms together,
never giving
up the fight.
Strength, in
numbers, has
often been heard,
to be the
greatest of forces,
we need
only to speak,
a kind word.
So, let us
speak, the
language of
love,
doing justice
to each other,
guided by
the One,
above.
Pointing fingers,
a crying shame,
singing and
singing,
“Who’s to blame?!”
pitch forks raised,
torches ablaze,
stomping
to and fro-
perennial rage,
nowhere to go,
torching
houses, so
many afraid,
stumbling
in the salvo,
dying in the
heat, pointing
fingers, rinse
and repeat.
