• Poems,  Post-90

    SHE CRIED

    Instead of tears, she cried blood Drip, drip Instead of a mouth, a small grille And eyes so blind That’s can you say, God What is it for? You cry and you have…

  • Poems,  Post-90

    NATION

    People around me are crying And they don’t want to fight anymore They just blindly listen to What it is about And when he shows up That man He knocks him to the…