We Shall Rebuild (poem 2026)

From the frying pan, into the fire...

Because my whole family are slaves, and a liar...

From the wrecking ball, to the slaughter...

From there to no one would utter...

From one death trap to the next joint...

Which ultimately became a prison term...

Transcribing my dillemas,..

Making a point...

In words... and in writing...

I'm the one that I am truly fighting...

Creating rituals, and routines...

There is one answer to every means...

To an end every situation...

My answer is nothing but creation...

All things must change,

When desperation gives you strain...

And then things get fresher...

And then you leave it all behind...