Hit em with poetry
Some knuckles
And a fist of ink

Your pen is sword

Poets

All you have to do is
Swing

Slice em with words
Hit em with
Your arsenal of alphabetic slurs

Your heart is the cure

The world needs to observe
Poetry
And all that's heard

Hear

The sound

When poetry hits a frown
It turns it
Right side up

Hit em with poetry
My friends

Because

Sometimes the world
Needs to wake up