This is a thinking person’s poetry, yet not a poetry of cerebral indifference, a work of mind and heart that runs the gamut of human experience from sensual erotica to the horrors of persecution. Here is psychic pain poured into words. Using incisive metaphors and chilling visceral images, black humour and beautifully crafted lines, here is a searing razor-sharp indictment of the evils of hate, cruelty and indifference whether from humanity or a seemingly absent god. Despite the harrowing experiences of his youth, the poet exudes a great love for the best of humanity, for freedom and brotherhood. And one of the final poems in the book should be a must-read for all men--Letter to My Son on his 16th Birthday, a Beginner’s Guide to Women and Sex.