A selection of Juvenilia

(Part one)

Listen to your
      Mother tongue,
Your true tongue,
Before words were sung
The language of the land
Feel it in your feet
A story where you stand
Of suffering and defeat.

Each step you take
Is a tale,
Of a pioneering
Man-mad who'll
Inevitably fail.

[70% of Human communication is Non-verbal]

(Part two)

Father time eases
himself over the
Many landscapes
The varied faces
And over Monuments.
The land ages
Our skin withers,
Leaving Father time
With only stone features...

(Part three)

There's an awful lot
Wrong with this world
When Nazis roam
The streets
There's an awful lot
Wrong with this world
When a man is
All he completes
There's an awful lot
Wrong with this world
When a Mother
Kills her son
There's an awful lot
Wrong with this world
When power is
Vested in guns
There's an awful lot
Wrong with this world
When we cannot see
This hypocrisy mockery
There's an awful lot
Wrong with this world
When capitalism
Rules Democracy...