Masseuse

5Tiring hands
Soothing
Tired hands
Mind
Miles away
On a song
Keep going
be strong
Journey
One day
May be
Not so long
You may find
Destiny
In your soothing
Tiring hands

Prayer of a young soul

Money grows on trees
No one sleeps on streets
Rich redistributes
Helping communities

Consciences are clear
Sapiens have a say
Government hears

No obscene wages
Humans have dignity
No fight in cages

Hard work is paid
Life is fair
Hope lives in masses
No despair

When nature strikes hard
Lives are lost
Humanity responds
Thick and fast

Armies disbanded
Wars not around
Nature cured
Food abound

Can we live
Without screams
of poor’s pains
I pray, I dream

AB 11 December, 2013
Photography: AB December, 2013