As he came into the bunker, the night in which he died, Hitler walked into his foyer, to think about his life. And pondering the world he made, the war, the camps, the Jews, the bureaucrats handing do… more →
Poetry, No Prosewrote 2 years ago: As he came into the bunker, the night in which he died, Hitler walked into his foyer, to think about … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Intelligence, Wisdom, Knowledge, and God met in the first months of ninth grade. Without much ado, a … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Dear Readers, Freedom died last night, at the age of three hundred, three. He left his children and … more →
wrote 2 years ago: The other day I saw a child, while others saw, none. I watched him laugh, loud and wild, and smile l … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I smile when I see their faces, forty-five million, black and white, those who rest softly in their … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Oh men of future, oh men of hope, We Persian kings of old now write, A warning to you men remote, Li … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Oh sons of stars which burn so bright, who know no truth nor just God, lead us now amid this gods’ t … more →