White, old men in charge of my future. Relentlessly they resist the truth. Spread the fear and grand old party cheer, Corruption and deception they
This poem was inspired by Ananda Only and his story about his beloved brother. https://anandaonly.in/2017/08/28/there-are-always-songs-to-sing/ Your spirit is in my heart forever, Even on days
Snow has melted outside the windows. Puddles covered streets of St. Paul. The calendar shows that spring is here, but with you I’m feeling cold.