Word Congress

Now children let us try again Certain we are the canvas of earth's joys and pain We and not I, let us try And the find that universal voice Outside the personal boundary To tell the common things of history For we poets are much more Than the memory of footprints on a shore Take this thing a level up I have no antidote for victims But have drank applause To victors - the heroes of our dullest hope Rage and write the syllables of pain From bitter shallow words Demand a sentence fit to love Use what you feel to say you know Our meanings are metaphors of the world Our words are painted canvas of the soul Find your theme, feel where the vulture flies in you Make dead things serve a greater purpose here A sort of candle showing where Our footsteps shall not stray We are poets With compassion beyond the worth of words Travelers with a special light, A gift for mangers and for cross My flesh shall write on skins of desire The deeper glory of the truth