The flag of our fathers
torn but majestic in the winds
the sway says it all
i have been seen, remembered but not heard
forever raised
in the storm,
rains,
heat
and breezes of depression and boom
its the colours that worry me
not you!
mokua nicholas
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
