Okay then what do we do? What is the first step to take? That’s the question I asked you. For the progress you want me to make. You said we have to try, Trial and error to figure it out, But you don’t understand that I Can’t try without knowing what about. What’s the first
I remember a fact, signed in a pact, In which all the world said “Time to pack and don’t come back Until they are all dead.” A story of war, one we’ve heard before, Where we believed we were right. But the vitality in the reality, Saw nothing more than a bloody night. For what
Inspired by the novel “The Best We Could Do” by Thi Bui We stand alone, Our hearts cold. Brought together To be torn apart. Absent of normalcy Our family built on the blood Of the lives around us Starving and poor Under the weight of communism. There is no freedom Where there is no hope
the sun aflame hung high above a subtle blaze grazing my surface a peaceful moment overwhelmed squinting in the presence of her bliss lost in the panic of life’s demands I long for a chance of tranquility owned and defined by the deadlines I hope that peace can be with me time is short so