Poems from MACT
There are lions in jungles that roar with pride.
There are snakes in the grass, they're sly, they hide.
There are sheep led by pastors, so...
I am your Father!
OK! Where is the money?
With my last honey...
My dream job is not too popular, but one that completes me.
To feed the poor, clothe the naked, share some water if need be.
It calls...
Life and death had a meeting
when life was old, dying, and pleading.
Death said hello with a grin, a dark greeting.
Death looked at life...