I Am A Poet Who Composes What

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.

It Has Been Said That Next To Hunger And Thirst, Our Most Basic Human Need Is For Storytelling.

He Who Defines His Conduct By Ethics Imprisons His Song-bird In A Cage.

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?