Sunday, June 7, 2009

Pedestrian Poetry of Pain

I shoot truth as poetry
on the street walk
my conscience
cannot be silent
through pictures I talk
kissing the soul of misery
barefoot I walk
bald headed bellicosity
upheavals I hawk
showing you street pain
pedestrian pathos
round the clock
hate mongers
racist bigots
narrow minded
monolithic people
on my photo stream
I block
squeezing tears
soaked in blood
from a piece of rock

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