• After Life

    He walks along a deserted beach,
    A lone vagrant. A moon shines,
    His tattered spirit stumbles.
    No-one read the signs... more »

  • 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 »