Voice of Poetry
The voice of poetry is dead
We speak with words;
But heart is yawning.
The voiceless poets
Don't take a rest!
The poetry has become slim,
Like the light that's dim,
The poetry is In bad shape
We must awake its limits.
Oh, poets of the world
Awake!
We must stand up in times
And have faith.
Reach deeper,
Grasp the light,
We speak but our hearts are
sleeping
Awake, Awake, AwAke!
Copyright © Ernest Badounts | Year Posted 2013
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