Broken Stencils by Kela Griot | Poetry Potion
[tabs tab1=”Poem” tab2=”Poet Bio”] [tab id=1]Broken stencils stand Where broken pencils fell Words began to slip into hell This is when the swill in our minds began to swell Who could have foretold that grey matter would grow old and impotent in the new age While seeking better Azania we give worse We have shrunk … Continue reading "Broken Stencils by Kela Griot"