http://slow.writerscafe.org/Albertcamus The original writings of author Anonymous en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046119 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Every friday prayer we listen to our clericAs he clarifies to us what may be esotericWith his wisdom he drives people hystericWe all sit down on the the ground As he stands high and proud We all cant make a sound While he roars with a voice so loudHe stands in front, and we lag behind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1885571/ What do we do when we lose our way?When we suffer severely every dayWhen our minds and hearts walk awayWhen our lives become a tragic play Ladies and gentlemen, my soul fell preyTo my will to truth which i cant swayAs my soul wanders alone and astray I struggle to protect my faith fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1885569/ They say a man never cries well, thats one of our s****y liesSince We weep so hard when a loved one diesWhen after a while, in a casket he lies And as his soul away from us flies Far away towards these blue skies only then do our blind hearts realize how painful are the goodbyes And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1835751/ Wandering alone in this empty landSpeaking a tongue you only understandAll their faces buried in the sand Amidst the dust and dark alone you stand Holding on and no one gives a hand And your silence they always demandAnd any hope has been always bannedSmiling in the eyes of souls so ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1832897/ Lucky I am to be a femaleIn oppression's sea I get to sailInjustice I get to inhaleMy body availabe at a retail,Oh I forgot, dont miss the saleMy flesh they ateMy soul they did castrateMy rights I may not debateTo their desires I lay substrateMy destiny they dictateAt their feet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1677444/ Freedom of Speech, A Goal Forbidden to reach,Maybe illegal to teach, In World that aims to preach,Morals in need of a bleach. By Oppression that recognizes no rightAn oppression that knocks us down with no fight, An oppression that fears even the sight, Of pure freedom that only want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1674096/ Hands are tied behind my backBlindfolded, so all is blackMouth I promised to closeAnd in every picture poseWith a corpse and write eloquent proseOf the 'infidels' daily I disposeBecause that's what my religion does imposeAnd what my prophet proudly did discloseBecause a Muslim holds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1673471/ One time, Mind wished to ask,'Oh Idiocy what exactly is your task?Idiocy had a simple replyThat did nothing to Mind but stupify,My task is merely to tie, Your hands and legs and try,Hard enough to make u dieSeriously, on who else does Happiness rely??But Mind did not comprehendWhy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Albertcamus/1672985/