Gamaliel Scipio Poems

My childhood

What else
is there
...

You have always
Believed

Had you gotten
...

Presently, she may be

Wrinkled and old
...

For god does not like:

Ugly
...

Like thunder
heard rolling
through the clouds
Enraged voice
...

Looking back once more

I could easily remember
...

Not even your

Husband or wife
...

Still bent on
calling it English

Just look at what
...

There are those who stand

To doubt everything
...

I had this feeling
everything I was
seeing, and hearing
was just a lie
...