#DueProcess #Liberty
#DueProcess #Liberty
Fearing ghosts of days gone by.
But fewer hearts may mean more air,
Less hunger, noise, and blind despair.
Still whispers grow of nations dying
Hope replaced by endless spying.
Not death, but fear, unreasoned, sly,
Makes a paranoid world go dry.
#Poem #paranoia
We all march toward the quiet graves.
Kings, preachers, sinners, saints align,
Each heartbeat ticks its final sign.
Dust claims the proud, the meek, the sly
No soul escapes; all live, then die.
#death #Escape #Everyone #inevitable #destiny #sadness #factoflife
We all march toward the quiet graves.
Kings, preachers, sinners, saints align,
Each heartbeat ticks its final sign.
Dust claims the proud, the meek, the sly
No soul escapes; all live, then die.
#death #Escape #Everyone #inevitable #destiny #sadness #factoflife