There were three tribes, all called the HUA, people who were in a constant war of attrition, of conflict, for generation after generation. Yet, there were periods of calmness where their leaders, and the people, grew tired of the deaths and injury inflicted upon them by the neighbouring tribes. So, each tribe would then agree to halt hostilities, and this would be successful for a generation or two until the succeeding leaders would be driven by ego and self-interest to…
Written October 11th, 2018 I Am I am the song of a bird, and the wind that carries it away I am a cloud in the bright blue sky, and I relax above a lively playground filled with happy children I am the laughter from a child, the uncontrollable giggle, that seems to last forever I am the sea gull flying by, and my favorite thing in the world is this moment, as I glide through the wind, how amazing…