#Poetry

Poem from 'A Harvest Of Verses'

If you are yet sprightly, But with fear saddled upon your heart; Bearing weightily on your self-will And encumbering your every step, Then stand before a mirror and look closely You will find that thou art no youth.

We whites

We whites are warriors… We whites are conquerors… We whites are murderers...  We whites are killers…

Peace of mind

Sometimes, I wish... I was someplace else, but this is my home... Sometimes, I wish... I was someone else, but this is me... Sometimes, I wish... I could do something else, but this is what I do...