Enchanted mornings burst with surprise
intemperate colours lure the clock
impatience charges the pulse of the time
vigor and passion, ardent eyes... more »
I've been without democracy too long.
Listening to people that stirred me wrong.
I believe that King is innocent,
And I see us getting militant.... more »
Tears from the heart
fell on the April day;
for the dead and wounded
in bombed out ruins they lay.
The tears felt like
mighty torrents of rain,
for their loved ones are broken in pain.
Tears for the children
lost and injured hear;
for the parents and families
loved so very dear.
Tears of fear and sorrow,
tears of compassion and hate;
and all the living wonder who,
perpetrated this horrible fate?
Cheers for the mighty
heroes and brave;
who search night and day
to find and to save.
Will time ever mend
all the ...