When freedom fin’lly seemed to cross my path… (A Thousand Days, Part 7)

In light of the recent atrocities in Egypt and elsewhere where buried servicemen’s graves have been vandalized, I wrote this.

Lies and falsehood make us empty, hollow, shallow individuals for everyone else to look right through.

Alas good knight, why hast thou turned around… (A Thousand Days, Part 4)

A haiku.

About abortion – the curse of humankind. An awakening.