Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

with dry throats, heavy hearts and empty stomacks

peril knocks and breaths its usual

from perils mouth betrayal, failure and death 

from perils mouth the watters flow 

gushing out so clean and cold and fresh 
wirh dropping spirits we have a choice to make 

either to take the run 

or have a drink 

the run, a permanent journey to thirst 

a journey to death.
in troubled times 

when love is unkind 

when life seem tough and cruel and wicked

we must take a stand 

face our peril,

accept our iniquity 

so we could drink from the wisdom of difficulty.