You saw souls of hungry eyes, stood back and pulled a trigger; You thought of us as weak, Mugabe, always thought that you were bigger.

Setting yourself free of yourself (or some part of yourself) and changing, usually occurs through the potent remedy that is to become...

Down with wayward weeds – we say thank you And move away from you And search for a thousand suns in a thousand souls around us. Like...

I saw you once sea; in the quiet of the still night. You were only whispering then

Funeral Poem

It's hard to remember in war that really, we are all just human. Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers.