Poet

A poet dares to see the unfathomable.

The words are direct like a deadly spear piercing the flesh on the hunt.

The poet describes what he hasn’t got but what he wants.

I have dedicated much poetic prose to peace only to see death.

I have observed the rest of humanity wasting each day with petty hate.

I cannot relate to the cause.

I cannot support inhumane laws against the poor.

Instead, I give back by feeding a homeless person lunch.

I listen to those considered the least of society with voices silenced of speech.

My church door is nature and a lonely dream.

My song is the piercing scream of a peaceful revolution.

I do not believe in wasting the taxes.

I only wish we could all be at the same level without tax brackets.

I am a revolutionary of truth that is real.

I feel the pain of the wounded beast about to die.

I hear the lost as they cry.

I have been among the lost in economic holocausts.

I sail the seas of desperation with a sinking raft.

I watch setting suns and when it rains thunder claps.

Lightning and thunder rumble through my soul.

I am a poet of the modern beat.

I walk its streets in praise of the change to come.

I am numb to the lies offered as truth.

I distribute the word of power.

In this hour we take control.

We are the soul and nexus.

Only love connects us to our higher cause.