Poems from bumpoet
innumerable times i have heard the noises from the spectators
they claim that they care but they only come around once a year
i am under...
the motherland is crying
we are longing for salvation
we are yearning for the peace of God
our security is broken
the serenity is nowhere...
i dream so big sometimes
to the point where i lose touch
of my incoherent reality
and i am unaware
if it is to my benefit
or detriment...