IMPECCABLE (A Poem)

Originally posted on Luke Ogar's Blog:
I need no perfect ones They are not my sons — Those who love to sit in high places And look down on the lowly with proud faces It is ye who condemn on carnal basis And wrap yourselves like kings in laces I need no perfect ones…

Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted For stealing and looting For the bombs that dropped on Baga and the girls of Chibok Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope My name is Fatima and I live in a town…