Children of the Revolution! The statue of liberty is a lie, A precious gift, Now desecrated and soiled, From the land of brotherhood To a slave state...
Words melt like butter In the warmth of your mouth They settle on your tongue And flow sweetly through the silence While I simply sit And bask in the...
I hate the way each phrase or rhyme Has been worn out by popular verse, Every little thought and spark Is echoed by a stale grey page. I can't wander...