The streets awash
with blood and tyranny.
Sorrow glazing the
eyes of the stray dogs.
Yet, that steady
courage will win.
Could we, if life lasts –
do better?
In this place
The streets awash
with blood and tyranny.
Sorrow glazing the
eyes of the stray dogs.
Yet, that steady
courage will win.
Could we, if life lasts –
do better?
A Wandering Poet 