There Seeps From Heavily Jowled Or Hawk-like

There Seeps From Heavily Jowled Or Hawk-like Foreign Faces The Guttural Sorrow Of The Refugees.

I Am Not Yet Born; O Fill Me With Strength Against Those Who Would Freeze My Humanity, Would Dragoon Me Into A Lethal Automaton Would Make Me A Cog In A Machine, A Thing With One Face, A Thing

Politics: Distrust All Parties But Consider Capitalism Must Go.

Blind Wantons Like The Gulls Who Scream And Rip The Edge Off Any Ideal Or Dream.

All That I Would Like To Be Is Human, Having A Share In A Civilized, Articulate And Well-adjusted Community Where The Mind Is Given Its Due But The Body Is Not Distrusted