Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not

Oh Ye Poets, Weep Not! (Apropos When Silence Is Betrayal) To write of peace, love and beauty, Would be what others think should be The poets’ only duty; Albeit, what we write, is like that of the dove; Peace and love rendered from up high—Soaring Within the oneness from God above— Within the winds of truth blowing— Let us not heed to the silencing ones trying to hold us in check; Let not need of their approval make us a nervous wreck. Let us write no lies we’ll later cringe and seek to deny; Let no one cause us to question truth—asking why; Let us remember the lamb of truth that chose to die! Let’s always chose to pen and scream the truth of the heart! Let’s always remember who chose us to echo words of a new start!