The true essence of a condescendant descendant Is the one whose ego is at the source, Itches scratched by the compliments, Fiendish friction feels good but they say it's bad, Addiction to ego rubs and scratches while it leaves dents,...

wish these words were parcel-bomb explode in his face when he read this poem, burning are my hands to grab him with throats till he vomits his racial gall, so he can understand that this world is not his father’s...

flourishing flowers of destiny grow on soil of the past, the reason why back my head i turn: with rotten eggs i was fed, beacon and cheese i’m expected to vomit. how i wish hearts were rubbish bins to be...

In my vacant heart, lies shattered dreams, of the nothingness, that I call me. In my broken mind, torn apart at the seam, lies useless nothing, that I call me. You ripped me open, took away all my dreams, these...

The leader decides the rules of the game And how the game is to be played. Speak and no one objects. The people may speak but he has the final say. He may choose to ignore them or grant their...