History is in his hands

History is in his hands
Repeating itself
I wonder who his master is?
Who burns rings in his soul?

We have walked across the Andes
A nation of survivors
Now we come to a shoreline
With a tsunami approaching

Like a man who walks
into a plate-glass shop window
He does not even know
the reason for it even being there

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012