Poetry

ANGST

the darkest chasm of damnation runs deep through the soul of a man who betrays his brother,

for fruit which is stolen will surely spoil and sour, in the stomach of the dead.

(T. PIERSON    1998)

Proudly ...  BoLdly ...  We defend our countries honour !!

With the rights and freedoms we preserve,

we willingly Murder our children......

(T. Pierson    1990)