[tabby title="Poem"] there are no more lullabiesno more story telling around the fireno more children playing in the streetsonly the sounds of guns and growling bellies women and children in danger MEN AT WAR, MEN AT WAR, MEN AT WAR...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] do people live there –there by the foot of the hillwith their goats and cattle do their kids with no toysplay with rats and spiders,eat snakes for cakes how many storms have they battled with?in shacks displaying...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] today we are forced to modify our dreams dream less and less of economic freedom for all today we are forced to hide our thoughts of disappointments in this half freedom land and its torturous tales of...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We are the ones from broken homes Our hearts wear permanent scars And our souls know only cold wind from open windows of their winter hearts – Whose children are we supposed to be When even the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The people next door Don’t care much about philosophy They don’t care About this collapsing economy - Every Saturday morning The boy next door Puffs a cigarette outside While talking soccer with his friends His mother joins...