All Wars are civil

On an orbital railway does the globe run it's course

Ever spinning into the shade of the void, perpetuating centrifugal force

On and on the rotations never cease

Little do these warring nations realize time is on an agreement of lease

Teetering on an axial slope, seasons come and then go

The inhabitants of this spherical garden are oblivious to the puppet show

Enveloped in flags that serve as feathers in the devil's wings

The masses fail to realize they are merely a flock of sheep dangling from the strings

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.