I was once a Poet..
I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies
Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..
But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..
And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
I was once a Poet..
I use to posses the passion
Aesthetically fortified
Romantically conditioned
The nature of blue skies
Windows of raw emotions
Dark nights upon a stage
I have written about such shortcomings
Lovingly in my rage..
But I can’t help but panic
As they tear our world apart
The death of innocent folks
Screams that pierce my heart..
And that’s how peace activism becomes my only art…
Traveler Tim
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