Young Writers Society

When they run,

the in old,

lovers of the crying man own

for if own the soon,

never mind you're jailed in prison my son by wrong.

west to east,

brighter burning fading say

though I REALISED to pray,

heaven is dead for none on risk 

as to fix 

dignity denies and racism born.

Then I VIEW it ,

it obeys the face it realizes next along todays and two days earning nice

war against themselves 

best I can,

to better itself 

 resist,

lovely holy them and then

ending of story begins

EARLY HOPE

                       next to you

complete ! due to remains, few to you