From always ...
Nothing happens, I have no answers
Only the great sadness seems to assist me
Faced with despair, people are losing their identity
The word violence plays its language
Everything is corrupted
Everything looks bad, aging
In the thunder of the night I discover that my brother is my enemy
The only thing real is this sad reality
©Noris Roberts
Wednesday 8th February 2012 1:41 am
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