I pen poems, lyric, and verse,
Exposing injustice in the world I curse.
Killing, bloodshed, cruel, and shameful ways,
Barbarity to fight my last days.
Armed in a will, a quill, and a vengeance pure,
I fight to free the last, lasting endure.
Aha but sadly,
Losing battles I wage engaged to infamy by pen,
An inept rage to gauge the violence of man’s sin.
I pen poems where none shall read,
Gather the rhymes none shall heed.
Offered to lives none shall see,
For the depths of death that fill Blood Sea.