Boundless- a Poet's Worth

Some might say speech is silver, but silence golden But my tongue as a poet is resigned to speech, Speech which bears not triviality of common silence No, it bears not the triviality of the banter of the common man My pen bleeds speech which awakens tyrants imbued with cold hearts of stone To the consciousness of the humanity they abhor, for we are born equal My pen bleeds stanzas which lend themselves as supporting pillars To the weary cause of the common man, Urging them not to despair but to fight on, for fortune favours only the brave My pen bleeds the emotions which lie inert in the depths of my heart, Emotions borne out of my will for a better tomorrow My speech is the blazing sword which pillages the fortifications of social stratification I do not mean to blow our trumpets But as poets our worths exceed silver and gold, It is boundless.