The beat poems is when you write yourself fell free ask |
Here i am bought red flower
To show you i am a good lover...
Shall i tell you a words will feel it in your...
wherever you see war victims and every thing is...
Do you believe in love?
I have a words hear them and ask me again...
Just because i write, they made a fight
All what i write stop killing...
Tired from war, scared from Torture,
Feel no hope, in your heart is pressure...