Category latin

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]

POEM: The eyes of my father tell, of dreams of war

All around me I see it, A war raging like never before, Death I smell, blood I know, Those that were with me yesterday are no longer here, I awake and there lies her body, Yesterday a woman full of life, Today a corpse with no light, I don’t understand? I don’t know why? These […]