You were my glowing star, always mysterious and pleasing seemed close, seemed nearby, yet far away yet distant and like spring clouds – inconsistent. The
Author: Tatiana www.politicallypoetic.com
Born in Ukraine. Curious dreamer and ardent believer in the power of tomorrow.
Time is a Thief With a Painter’s Brush
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
100 Days
100 days of fierce fighting For sovereignty Freedom and peace 100 days in incessant fear Nightly prayers that bloodshed would cease. 100 days- she stands
Welcome to The Gun Show
Stockpile military weapons, Stockpile high-volume gun clips Spread of infested rats through the country. Is it our fate? Is this the end? Predicted apocalypse? Registered,
A Troubled World
Is it too much to wish for peace? For the world without violence We have become excessively obese With bigotry, with hate, with idleness. This
Price for Freedom
MAKE a CHANGE – Please support Sandy Hook Promise or Children’s Defense Fund https://www.sandyhookpromise.org/ We are divided by walls Invisible, but gun enforced Ignorant, stubborn
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