Protesting Poets

Poets in the pot Striving not to get cooked For poverty in the hood As gotten all hooked Becoming ingredients of hunger For all to maw A new season... A fresh session... For the wrong reason... Recession a new name Best known to them Stimulating ideas cocooned We are the laughing flock of several rudderless shepherds Life of a wordsmith activist Still in the soup stewed Strands of words whittled to bullets and pellet Firing from all cylinders our pot-belly shepherds Sorting out issues with Pen But bullied with hunger Ohhhhhhh... Analytical paralysis in full swing Poetry an apt medium for language of protest Bully me not today With words, we travel to freedom castle With hunger, we fro back into fiefdom cabin Bold and grave, brave and spot on Fighting with the tongue and pen Shall our tongues be mute when deeds are wrought Yet our minds far away From the battle field Alayande Stephen T. 9.25pm 5th October, 2016 At the office NB- Just thinking aloud yesterday with the members of Loudthotz Poetry trying to play on (Protesting Poet or Poetry) on our whatsapp group and this poem came knocking...