It is bestowed

Upon the ones

Who inhabit this land

With torn shoes

And weathered hands

That we make this earth

Our home

In that

We have to know

That the earth

Is an art

That is more important than

The words I write

I learn to be a steward

Of the world I know


If Corruption Is Your Ally

If corruption is your ally

Then hold it close

For when the world knows

Of your backdoor deals

It will not forgive

Or forget

That the one focus

Was the money you could get

So don’t wish any hope

Upon an empty grave

You have been corrupted

And will be found