I sometimes write my poems on strips of newspaper
just to put them in my pocket, till I go upstairs
there I leave them protected till I get back home
life is hard, when you are from the other side

Listen to the children
listen to their pleas
they would be gone
without one liken to me

For words can be true
some can be heinous
but in the end of time
most will be giving and generous

Matter not the ways and why fores
just follow your heart from the start
and have faith in your hearts
on strips of newspaper

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris