A distant cry, an endless cry all day, all night. The wind howls across a forest souls buried in the cold moonlight. The wicked men
Category: E Pluribus Unum
Goodbye Filthy Russia
Goodbye filthy Russia – a country of tyrants Country of fear and cold hearts The land that stuck in the mid of ages Hating future,
Glory to Ukraine
Against rage and unmatched forces We’ll overcome, for we stand tall Against fury and undeserved strikes We are a mighty power. We are one. From
It Always Will Be Ukraine
A nation reborn through blood and blisters With sharp words of truth and metal shields Golden fields of grains gently whisper Victory is ours, Victory
100 Days
100 days of fierce fighting For sovereignty For freedom For peace 100 days in incessant fear Nightly prayers that bloodshed would cease. 100 days- she
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
We are divided by walls Invisible, but gun enforced Ignorant, stubborn stalls. We talk and talk – it’s déjà vu Rephrase, rehearse Wipe off gunpowder
Infamous Eight Minutes
My city is in tears. My city is in anguish. You, whom we trust, betrayed us. We tolerate, we talk, we pray. What does continuous
I Can’t Breathe
A sudden force threw me off my feet. Oh dear God! What just happened? The counterfeit twenty trapped me in. The counterfeit twenty became my
My soul is filled with poison of the world
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All Thy Ignorant
All thy ignorant, all thy vile If you can’t see that you have poisoned the Earth. Short- term thinkers, noisy and loud Decided fear to
Rushed to the Last Train
Fresh snow on roads – On frozen puddles of yesterday’s rain. Past, present, and future packed in one suitcase Can this be real? Did the
Hundred Souls with One Scythe
It has been a month of violence Unfair, unkind, unjust The world is watching like eighty years ago Lives dissipate into dust. It has been
Grounds For Hope 