We are in the desert with our pockets full of seeds

A seed of hope, a seed of strength to fill communities needs

A seed of trust, a seed to dream, a seed of education

Together if we plant just one, we'll have a whole new nation.





Tolerance is the temporary inconvenience one suffers when one wants to be civil.  It’s a feeling which could change within a second.  Tolerance is actually a repressive word, cloaked in nicety.



They grew up fast, they grew up pretty

These are the gals of the neon city

They make some money plying their trade

Giving their best to the men they laid


We’re frequently reminded that history tends to repeat itself.
It suits us to forget.
What’s this self induced blanket of amnesia we wrap ourselves in,
Like a fetus in a cocoon?  We delude only ourselves.