Rage...

Remember
forget not;
the things you faced
the things you saw.

Remember
forgive not;
the things they said
the smiles that mocked.

Remember
mind not;
the defeats that cried
the pains that burned.

Remember
just remember;
the Dykes and Dames
forgive, but forget
never not.....

Child of a broken dream

There is nothing in me

deep or true,
I am dead.
There is a body

walking out of sight

There is a tree,
There is bus, there is this house
and there is me.

Dim and shallow,
lost and hollow,
is the man who walks alone.

Home, home
is his only cry,

a place to belong
is his only sigh.

I would set him free
I would set him free
Oh! child of a broken dream,
There is hope, there is death.....