A poem from Roger Chao

When twilight cloaks the city’s restless streets,

And fear whispers through the cracks in our resolve,

A siren’s call, like venom, softly seeps,

Luring hearts towards shadows that evolve.

When storms of change rage fierce and unrestrained,

And the unknown stretches vast and deep,

The weary heart, in search of what’s maintained,

Turns to the siren’s call, forlorn and weak.

They speak of walls, of purity and pride,

Of turning back the clock to ‘better’........

© Pearls and Irritations