Poems from Umar the Weary Sage

Is my skin the only part of me       that people are willing to see? Wil it be the one thing they need       to sentence me to rest in...
A warning seen by all It delivers a sercet message to unseen assailants prowling and warring through the midnight streets once labeled "...
I. A revolution begins within the mind, Far fom the graveyard trenches and barren battlefields. It emerges as a thought,       a single,...