Death Before Birth
Her clothes are dark, her face hung
Her movement doesn't fool anyone
Experiences are too many to forget
A life she is too young to regret... more »
Yes, I Hate War Too
We stand around a fresh dug grave
And weep. We cry for the brave.
Never again shall life be wasted,
For their death, peace can be tasted.... more »
He walks along a deserted beach,
A lone vagrant. A moon shines,
His tattered spirit stumbles.
No-one read the signs... more »