Poets

We are creators not deviators We've no sedition nor division, but distinction Our words from nature's thought We are created creators! Our existence, our excellence minus persistence Our thirst makes us exist But through words they say we persist Our hearts and the earth are connected hearths But we are called "deviators" Hey! Discriminators! We are not deviators! Our movement without legs Journeys within our garden Speaking, but not talking Oh God! What's creativity?! The impossible made possible! Yet, "they're all lies", they say You'll indeed lie, for your answer still lies The end of lies... The final end... The world's end!