Society

Maybe I am a quitter. But I didn’t give up on life. I toll all through the day to keep food on my plate. And end up in tears every night. Hunger was the fire, peace was the wood…

The style of fashion changes over time. At times it’s the less you cover, The more you blossom. The more attacking souls towards you, The… You blossom. But that doesn’t change the souls…

Bawling and bellowing, Baby Brexit Boasts – he is blooming and bound for Blighty: A brat bred at the behest of Boris the Bully and the bigwig bosses at the Brexecutive Bigotry Board…

But spectators it can seem despite our mark, our vote, our conscience made. But what change occurs with soil and soul, all rights and wrongs shall fade. Yet I was never given choice…

Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don’t have knowledge in keen. They don’t have a driving licence, As don’t have driving sense. Minors are given just pen and…

Je m’en souviens. J’étais là, maintenant il n’y a plus rien. Quand que je suis née. Je savais déjà que c’était la fin. Plus de pensée pour exister. Nous les humains, habitant de la terre…

The monster groaned and asked for more. Propaganda, food for thought. Democracy was its name. Dictatorship its clever game. To the vote now, cos we’re not so…