Prose
The Historians
Save the historians if you do anything Leave the politicians, they are easily reproduced And the royals, their spilled blood is no more red than our own The historians will remember them all Even the strongest, brightest and most beautiful, their attributes fade and cannot live on forever Maybe you believe that saving all the young is what is necessary, for they will learn as they grow, but they cannot know what came before them, from the previous generations if you take away books and the truth in the news and media How will we ever build from mistakes and achievements of the past if we save only the young and those of artificial importance?
By Tracy Kreuzburg about a year ago in Poets
my second life
I alone venture to the places where nobody dares to glance where I witness the sight of ugliness or shame suppressed deep within revealing itself here I witness strips of exquisite beauty concealed beneath a veil of grey there is much to be said about these neglected gardens and weathered walls adorned with worn-out blue wooden doors that stretch along desolate side streets unseen by others it is only me captivated by the peculiar afternoon light casting eerie shadows upon the cemetery of forsaken souls poised to embark on yet another journey devoid of even a glimmer of hope
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
