I heard the news, O, tales of murder, salacious relationships and confounded politics, peppered with bribery and corruption, salted with tears of the oppressed. The weather is misbehaving, for typhoons come and go. The moans of the disadvantages reach mini crescendos, complaints without blame and while journalists and policemen and politicians spy on us, just in case, just in case. The greed of humanity is such that sufficient is never enough.
Posted on December 9, 2014 by Robert Kyriakides