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stop it you dear poets
poetry is not your personal wrath
poetry is not the sword of retaliation
stop it please
don't summon your words
to shed more blood on the streets of life
don't shoot at agitated emotions
with your literary devices
don't rape ignorant minds
with your pompous pens
put an end to your empty revolutionary songs
your trojan horses end up only in another animal farm
freedom withers between your dogmatic lines
let the eagle of your ego do prometheus no harm
with your words
weave a basket
to pick the apples of patience for the readers
make them pause
with your words
build a labyrinth
to trap the distracted attention of the listeners
make them ponder
with your words
craft a mirror
to show the beauty entrapped in the beast
make them love
stop it you dear poets
stop it please
don't sacrifice the readers
to save your monarchy
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1 comment:
"with your words / weave a basket / to pick the apples of patience ..."
That's a lovely image for poet's to strive to.
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