On the outskirts of my imagination
I proclaim the futility of lost innocence,
blaming those who sit in rockers while
young men and women go off to war
to fight battles of ideologies that are
neither right nor wrong but which share the
common crime of being different than our own.
27Sep12
I am too young
to bargain with
that’s what I
do everyday,
hoping I will
somehow get the
better end of
the deal if I
appear to be
cooperative.
27Sep12
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