2 February 2013
Why can't I write no more?
Why can't I sit in the dark,
Extract a righteous four?
If its my mind,
I'm sure,
I can't,
Fight this war,
I've got a sight that warps,
And makes what live a corpse.
I could lie,
Of course,
And die without a cause,
But if you think for yourself you learn you're blind to Yours.
I've not one dime or thought,
Blood or time for War,
I Fight for equality,
Both mine and yours.."
A Writer's Not • Opuss № I