The banks, they are alive and thriving. The banker’s hands are tired, overworked. Do you see? The billboards, they … More
Poetry & Verse by Nicholas Alzate
The banks, they are alive and thriving. The banker’s hands are tired, overworked. Do you see? The billboards, they … More
Waves push pull, the media bobs at the shifting surface. Waves push pull; we swallow brine like sunshine rays. … More
Fine, I will write a poem about tragedy in the world. Because people of the world have demanded it so. … More
