Dark spheres of influence, Old Economy used to it, words of truth flow hesitantly to a beat tapping light. Lions foot ground to air steady, head up faced right. Now it's up and at it, retreat to defeat. Syncing the purpose as the beat drops, watch the rabbit, when the beast stops.
BINABASA MO ANG
But Is It Fair
PoetryShort Poem descriptive of conquering social anxiety in the wake of disaster
