• I Regret
    Like a boy who read a book about things never will he see.
    Like a traveler with a map about places that he will never be.
    Like a prisoner who knows that he will never be free.
    I Mourn
    Like a soldier who knows his war will never end.
    Like a patient who knows his wounds will never mend.
    The same way a child does without a friend.
    And yet I stand
    Like a rebel in an oppressed land.
    Like a defending warrior on a beachhead's sand.
    Like a revolutionary, fighting pen in hand.

    -The Wolfhound.