Thru Our Pen

beneath the sky are the mountains and plains between hills and moon there are birds that sing… as we hear flaps of the wings spreading virtues in the sky they are eagles of strength and doves spreading light... then we see the tortured sparrow in the jungle of curiosity hanging in the trees waiting to escape... then wagons come on their march they go search and destroy is the first thing they do... in a life where u and I are one are the safest life we choose if we want to leave… we can but........how can we run? ... there are words that are unspoken and there are words to be judged just hang around and watch those things your pen…it should be in your hand… this is for emmanuel desir of haiti...a friend from facebook