Writing

As our world descends into anarchy, a little something to remember...

With blood in his eyes and rage in his heart, he sought nothing more than destruction all around. Awakened he did an evil so strong, it superseded ..

I do not trust old white men in positions of power

Could any more trouble come Central’s way? The only problems for Al now came in the form of other people.

This poem is part of a collection which I will self publish. Any suggestions/critiques are welcome. thank you.

On power and rebellion.

Tags Anarchy