THE EPISTLE

To lost friends
And gained fiends
To severed bonds
And closed doors
To zonal restrictions
And canal rejections
I ink this piece.

To distrust
And stale love
To myths
And impotent gods
To shattered dreams
And untimely deaths
I ink this poem.

To drawn borders
And conspiracy of silence
To historical blunders
And false witness
To warped opinions
And farting anus
I ink this piece.

To the soul a lonely
To the lovely
To the beautiful heart ever pipping
To the slain spirit ever living
To fighters unrelenting
To harassed writers ever writing
I ink this piece of poetry

Don't bend
Don't break
Don't bow

#Pengician
#SSA