PoliMedi Understand, everyone's party to it... Except, of course, those parties who constitute The changes of our constitution. Accountability holds no accounts From rotted banks which fester by the rushed, Foaming muddy torrent of quick water. Titles are stripped away like withered bark, With all the barks of baying bilge-blood hounds. Imagine the images they dig up... Sensation stays alive, but we all fall. So too will those, behind their lofty walls.

Grey Morning Gloomy winter's dark, dry-eyed morning sting Shuns your waking hours. The Sun still sleeps; How sad, to rise before that Star which keeps The shadow gone. Now, shadow forms a ring Around you as you try to wash and dress. Fumbling, it's too easy to make mistakes. Murmuring with dental grit, you take "Take Two"... At least, as time goes on, the shades lessen.

Polarise Your Lord is One, say you? That man, he cries That his is thrice that of yours. Does he lie? What about this one, claiming a whole troupe? Or the countless others, God's godly troops? Barehanded, peel away the barefaced onion- Skins and see: it makes you cry, but quick: There's more to see in all this mass than tears; The messy mass composts with every year. Understand that although your sore eyes sting, Your hunger will soon thank them for their pains. It will be further from you if you think Of it constantly, so don't pray for gains. Accept them as they come and don't forget That every shadow flees before the light. If these shades should return, why, never fret - The sun will always rise to slay the night.

Lottery I have a lot to say but it is not My lot to say so. Instead, these white-hot Thoughts will burn away the rest restlessly. The rest will rot, believe me. Wait and see.

Response Matters Living under fear of Facts and deeds we've done Is dying. Without fight, the battle can't be won.