looking accusingly
penetrating the very
soul of my beggar
poetry i told him
i was a beggar too
we differed in
varying degree
i begged morning
to night for peace
that has lost its
way as bombs
fall on humanity
bodies falling
in farms from
the skies ,,
was this their
destiny
eunuch
world powers
bemused watch
hopelessly
free palestine
free tibet
a call that
echoes on
deaf ears
dance of
democracy
fate choreographs
it on the soul of
insanity ...
dedicated to my friend elisa davinca a one man army
