my broken heart
greed dripping
the blood
my broken country
in the age of
the con man
shadowed
by reaganomics
I’d cry
If my tears weren’t dry
Song in my dreams
Echoes and screams
1968 is 2020
No more!
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Love ya!
Jane