This is a poem regarding the world that we live in today. It describes the world in a negative way in the hopes that there will soon be improvement in our society.

What are the crimes and loathsome deeds of the squatter? The one who tramples on the Constitution and our way of life?

Crimes are increasing every day, yet they could be easily prevented in some cases.

The things you do are criminal.

Many people think that playing childish games is alright. If you continue to play games that will cause someone harm than you should stop. Think about the people you are hurting in your childish adventures.

A woman, battered, in marriage and life, just takes it and I don’t understand why.

A Crime Of Passionate Extremes.

Suicide is a crime indeed.

Reflection, innocence,babies,willow,tree.

Just a poem about frustrated times, and the stress we feel.