AnaA Poem by Father Mojo
“Alone” is what they found on your wall,
Hand-written in a desperate scroll. Tell me, what could have led you to this, To contemplate pills, or slicing wrists? In what torments were you forced to dwell Trading your life for an empty shell? © 2010 Father Mojo |
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Added on February 19, 2010 Last Updated on February 19, 2010 AuthorFather MojoCarneys Point, NJAbout"I gave food to the poor and they called me a saint; I asked why the poor have no food and they called me a communist. --- Dom Helder Camara" LoveMyProfile.com more..Writing
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