Letter To the Humanitarian Poet

Dear Humanitarian Poet, Do not weave your fabric of myth or speak to us in grand verse telling of the song of the spheres or the days before this dark time Pen down to erase the darkness Let the ink of your pen Wipes out our tears and pain help us see the real place of light hear the clear voice of truth know the pure heart of justice Look Humanitarian Poet, look at the terrible suffering tell us where that is birthed tell us how to see with our own eyes so that we might reach in and tear out the pain uproot the sorrow crush the evil with your arrow Come on Humanitarian Poet! You possess the strengths To defeat them in queue You won the most horrific battle Against the brutal mosquitoes and it wasn't hurdle You see many things Humanitarian Poet But you talk in riddles you avoid the cold pay and the hard way for the soft path of platitudes and metaphors attitudes of meter and rhyme but this is not the time Look Humanitarian Poet, look into the fire feel it burn your eyes and attire Burn your soul to black arshes tell us how that feels let us hear you scream rally us in soft cream set us examples in word lift your pen like a sword and strike down the imbalance show us the great Palace and we will join the battle face Recall your famous story Humanitarian Poet You once said that, If your pen gets dry Your voice wouldn't be heard Your words wouldn't be read If your pen gets dry The whole world would cry The kitchen would no longer fry Meat and fish pie Your presence will die Your soul will fly high in tie Remember Humanitarian Poet, Your last name is Hydara Which interprets a Lion in language Massacre them mercilessly We would follow you tirelessly but you must tell us Humanitarian Poet tell us what is real tell us the secrets behind in the power that is plain language We will listen attentively act upon carefully And am waiting for your response impatiently Yours sincerely.