Today I saw a shelter spring
from trees I found in urban hell
Basking in the dehydrated-hunger-quenching cries
of such a gentle creation
Creation!---what an offensive existence
to live among the dying
In a world that comes our way---
Creation, I vocalize for you
their songs of sorrow and despair
I reveal for I am not alone
Serenading their lives.
what it's like to feel
to feel the colors you can not see
There are only allies in this war
not written with emotions
Creations struggle for survival
As you and I struggle through the junk-
For if we do not, what will be left for us
to sing for
2/20/02