Message Poets Speak
Poets of truth,
you know who you are
I love the words you speak
Give me more of your muse medicine
Hard truth is a bitter pill,
lamentations don’t taste sweet
Messengers of pure honesty,
cloaked with a cape of many colors
Humanity’s foibles you undress
And the words you save for last,
always seems to be your pen stroked best
You masters of veracity
do pay the heaviest price of the poet bill
Your runaway words,
the thought police wanna enslave or kill
Fame is rarely your reward,
but truth is a marker that time will tell
So never let your pen run dry,
dip it deep in the inkwell ...
deeper and deeper still
Take us inside your precious thoughts —
open the gem vault behind the bejeweled veil
Dispense to us freely
these sacred truths ...
... eternal kernels which you would never sell
Message poets your words speak to me;
poets of truth, may your words
expose every lie of a false reality
Messengers of poetic truth,
may you always inspire and elevate me
Expand my understanding,
and increase my awareness within
Let your words of truth be written on my bones
with the tip of your diamond pen
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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