All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

War poisons the land Like diseased minds downloaded/ into bowls of tears.

Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.

Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

President Obama appears to me to have elevated and implemented the artist-activist concept to the role of empowered servant-leader.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.