Wednesday, December 16, 2015
A poem by Gary G Pelow, The Move
This time let us hope it is better than the last time, as I move to a new start, may the people be more rational and less violent. May justice be on every corner, may there be no violence, or drugs. Where I am now is untennable, I can not stay here in this social filth. I must move on to better and cleaner roads ahead. I can not tolerate this place anymore, fuck these neighbors of mine, these violent animals, I leave them to their own violence and death, there is no hope for them. There is hope for me though, as I pass from one stage to another, one with freedom and calmness, one with reason and hope!