Amala Comer Poems

If I could turn the world
upside down
and shake it to
its core
...

Turn your face to an empty sky
no moon
no stars
just a graveyard
...

This fickle tune
that plays in our heads
While you smile
for the camera
...

The lofty peaks in
no mans land
harness the elements
without a sound.
...

My pen is empty of ink,
my pencil is empty of lead
my head is empty of thought
life simply hangs by a thread.
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A - Accountability

F - Freedom
R - Religion
...

See through the blind
witness China's real goal
let your heart
find the words,
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A thousand blind alleys
thru the hills
and the valleys
We stumble
...

The doors of history
flung open
a clear path
now begun
...

Will they dream
of their Amala, their Pala
those they have seen
standing alone.
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