Who Is a Prostitute
breast milk is white blood
sun is circling around
the poor earth
who is a prostitute
why do you sell your soul
my hair is turning pink
from the sins of my
future
what is your name
yellow turns blue
into green
the sound of music
red clad priest
sneezing
my dishonest
confession
the seed doesnt see her
own children
why do we vote
rich gets richer
and
poor gets poorer
what is democracy
i love the red guitar
of love
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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