MOSES: A Letter to America -- One Year Later
The praises of yours I once sung, I no longer sing. Poems that once seemed sweet, have turned to bitter bits of words that rot from the inside out. Dancing on the tip of my tongue,…
The praises of yours I once sung, I no longer sing. Poems that once seemed sweet, have turned to bitter bits of words that rot from the inside out. Dancing on the tip of my tongue,…