Vox Humana

The family pride 
goes for the jugular. The rotational 
push, dooms the vessel. I 
come out in black waters. Night 
is pitch-dark. 

Riding the tiger, now you 
want to come down. There was 
no anonymous call to 
remember the wits. A buried 
myth is ready to romance. 

My country bleeds in war 
of titans. The secret of the road 
was out. It does not go anywhere. 
The bottomless pit is moving up 
its depth. Nobody will drown in democracy.