The Poets
Society’s so called “beauty”
Will never compare to Nature’s pure truth;
The thing people search for and claim to have found,
But only Nature will preserve your youth.
I cannot turn off the poet inside me, never,
My calling will never stop sounding,
No matter how you attempt to mute it,
Its honesty will continue pounding.
The dead poets speak through me,
Can’t you hear their message?
Through all the hate in this world,
I live their words through the wreckage.
“Littérature est notre évasion.
Carpe diem”, I hear them say.
Literature is our escape
And seize the day.
We keep secrets from society
To unlock our barbaric yawp,
Even remaining at the bottom,
We will one day come out on top.
Rebellious through each century,
The poets will always reign through.
They keep some of the world sane,
Will you join them? Will you?
You can take away my name, my face,
My rights and my life,
But my words will live on forever,
I shall remain alive.
Rebellious through each century,
The poets will always reign through.
They keep some of the world sane,
Will you join them? Will you?
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