Sounds no one heard but me, br shriek of woes excruciating survival, br the heads recoil sipping juice of no residue, br tentacles move invisibly possessing even every grains left, br no sooner the mighty squeeze the birth to rest. br br So sincere, shroud, solemn never seen, br the sickly glow of treacherous footpath, br encompassing the populated minorities of dark, br a claim so erratic in taboo's milieu br so weird in the delirium of one's illusion. br br the new fires in the struggle for breakthrough br optimistic ball left the brain on its wreckage, br forming a new horizon the renewal of the past, br the past of injustice, in corehent and incompassion. br the world of wealth, power, popularity and greed. br br meditation descends now to propel the gear, br conscience sparks and eliminates the filthy, br integrity hoists the emblem of chastity, br compassion dwells the upheaving brains to sweal br together on tribe slash the hammock of society's ill. br br times emerge no more for us to enjoy, br why imprisoned the heart of no options br the 'eye' of life winks never a second, a minute, br to curse the agony you cause in our course, yesterday to repent, somehow too late, today should be the day! . br br (Note: written during the day when there's a delayed in salary of teachers.)br br Susan T.