Arise poets and pen only words of loving freedom and soft peace ` my challenge to you.
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A poet’s lot is difficult,
Sewing silver - reaping lead.
A poet’s word’s may never be heard,
For a poet lives silent alone in his head.
What is this thing that we love to write,
That no soul living can grasp?
Like painting a totally futile pursuit…
Seeing fame only when past.
Well, now raise your head poet,
And come with me now,
And realise your potent potential.
Write words that sing freedom
Pen words for the free,
Stand now on the podium with me!
Be counted,
Be sighted, be passionate, be sure,
For YOU ALONE POET brings peace.
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