Kaleidoscopic thoughts, Not rainbow hued, Have transcended into my imagination, Clogging its sensitivity to reveal hard truths;   Truths, about worlds that have emerged Within my world. Truths about closing gates, chains forged of new metals That clash against bullet proof glass dungeons   We the People, outside, Stare at the prisoners. Artists draw them, sculpt them, creating poetry Off trapped lives, bleeding, in front … Continue reading CLOGGED