I am an open book.

Turn those dried, crisp leaves and read sordid tales

Of my past and scribbles for the future.

Don't judge me by the smudges that scar the reading.

Where tears have splashed the ink across the page and

Obliterated the passions of that hour.

Perhaps, you will be able to fill blank spaces

Where my tired soul has omitted to make mention of 

Trying times that needed too much of an explanation.

On…

Let's speak a common tongue.

Erase boundaries and barriers

That have bred deep trenches

And left hearts and minds

Bristling with the hurt; the rage and the hate

That politicians exploit  to strengthen the "STATE".…