Sonnet 2, The Helpers

by Bilal Saloo

Your name will not be etched in history,
nor your life written for all to debate,
In time you will be left a memory,
But your actions will outlive any fate. Continue reading “Sonnet 2, The Helpers”

The Youth of Today

by Jem Tovey

They slouch around with blood-shot eyes from smoking too much chronic,
If it wasn’t for that Red Bull they’d all be catatonic. Continue reading “The Youth of Today”