The Truth Commands
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but I refuse to be conscripted
I refuse to be a victim,
my words made out of stone
I refuse to bleed my heart out,
on a page of blank simpatico
I refuse to give you weakness,
knowing strength you have disowned
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but my sword is sharp and pointed
My shield is scarred and colored
with the blood of firebrands
My breath won’t plead while shouting,
every name a future conquest
My pen in hand, a weapon sure
—its ink the truth commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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