MUTED
SOULS OF INNOCENTS EXPOSED TO DISEASES IN LIFE
TARNISHED BY LONGINGS AND THE HARROWING STRIFE
SPIT SEEDS THAT FALL ON STERILE EARTH
SPROUT FLOWERS THAT END UP BURNED IN THE HEARTH
ORATORS, SINGERS, ACTORS, EMBODYING THE FIGHT
ALL REVEALED IN THE WORDS OF THE POET
RELISHING THE REVELRY THAT MUSIC ENTAILS
THEY COME IN DROVES TO LISTEN TO HIS TALES
HE WRITES TO CREATE AND TO CALM THEIR AILS
HE WRITES TO FRIGHTEN THE STURDIEST OF HEARTS
TO STRENGTHEN THE FRAILEST OF PARTS
HE WRITES TO FULFILL THE LONGING INSIDE
THE VOID THAT APPEARED WHEN HIS DEAREST DIED
HE WRITES IN SHOUTS AND WHISPERS
RECITES AT MORNING PRAYERS AND AT VESPERS
POISON PEN INSPIRED BY BITING VIPERS
IMBIBING THE FOOD OF KINGS, TEACHERS AND JESTERS
WITH TOXIC THOUGHTS IN NON-TOXIC INK
BALL POINT LOGIC URGING IGNORANCE TO: THINK!
ENCOURAGING THE DOWNTRODDEN TO CARRY ON
VICTORY CAN NOT ELUDE YOU FOR LONG
VOICE TO SOLDIER, STUDENT, PROPHET AND KING
SILENT WHEN IT COMES TO WHAT LIES DEEP WITHIN
AND NO ONE WONDERS WHOSE VOICE HE BORROWS
TO EXPRESS THE SHALLOWNESS OF THEIR HEARTFELT SORROWS
THEY HEAR ONLY SUCH RHYTHMS AS THEIR OWN HEARTBEATS
THEY NEVER REALLY LISTEN WHEN THE YOUNG POET SPEAKS
THEY WHO LIVED IN CASTLES OF PAPER HELD TOGETHER BY WORDS
FELL FIGHTING THE MEMORY OF GIANT WORDSMITHS LONG DEAD
DIED A YOUNG PAUPER WHOSE LIFE HUNG LOOSE IN SHREDS
NOT FOR WANT OF SHELTER OR BREAD....
YOUNG POETS ARE JUST DYING TO BE HEARD
MAYBE WHEN, IN EONS TO COME, THEIR PARCHMENTS ARE FOUND
FROM ASHES THEIR VOICES WILL RISE TO BECOME SOUND
UNTIL THEN, LIKE SILENCE IN SECRETS, IN WHISPERS AND DEATH
THE WORLD TO ITS YOUNG POETS’ VOICES WILL BE DEAF
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