Prisoner
by Teresita Blanco
Peace is, but a distant memory,
We all now dance to his memory,
He sings such a grim song!
For how long
Must we toil?
Him, we cannot foil.
His will moves mountains.
Lift the curtains,
Behind it, you will see
The one true peace.
We can never live,
Mellow, Yellow
by Teresita Blanco
Oh, so tender,
Your warm ember.
I remember
A life beyond December.
This gripping cold
Makes us grow old.
You can never behold:
A face distorted by pain,
A Soul wishing to live again.
What is there to gain
From your stupid game?
You’re the one to blame!
Paranoid
by Teresita Blanco
Behind each shadow
Lurks a face,
For every whisper,
100 ears listen.
We all must bear
The same burden.
The sloth eating the just.
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