This poem was written by Theodore Mosley, December 19, 2014 My days are enthroned with deceit of another man’s life crying for me. Captured by the stand of realism, I summons the arrow of justice to come fight with me. Searching for creation, my hands are without democracy that infiltrated me. Prolonging the saturation of my life, obstructions of steel bars carried me to infancy. … Continue reading [New Post] COME FIGHT WITH ME