You called me coward
For no answering you...
I called it wisdom...
You see, I know you:
The name is bully
And envy and anger
Indolence and lack of love...
You live in the street
Of deceiving
Across the neighborhood
Of lies and pain...
You see, I know your face
And I know your name
...but I chose my fights.
I stand for the poor
And the lonely and the hurt
The hungry and the sad.
Anything else
Is not worthed my time.
But dont forget
That I know your name
The same way
that you know mine!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, December 17, 2018
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