Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

When you said the house is on fire I looked around, I'm good, what should I do, grab my cat and run? When you said you have stolen my...

She sits upon a rock, weeping And watching the sky as it folds Into buckets of toxic smoke Rising from the endless burning Of forest and...

Avoid the trap Of vengeance Of turning on us When Terrorists massacre kids We ran away from men who plant bombs, Wield guns - demand...