by Jan Papadopoulos | Apr 30, 2009 | Poetry
There’s a rampant disease WE bred. WE sowed the seed, harvested the disease and nurtured the greed. God made US a gift of this land and by our own hand WE will destroy it. In the end, there will be a race who can press the button first. There will be no applause. No...
by Jan Papadopoulos | Apr 29, 2009 | Poetry
I was a child of my mother when you came, wrenched us both apart. Stole the love that I sought, the comfort it brought, and forced me to hate from the start. I was an innocent child when you came, stole my precious youth. I thought my world was secure, knew nothing of...
