Ahhh poets of an age
words and line so smooth
keeping art the focus and rage
with nothing left, too prove
Wild and free beyond repute
no cares for meanings now in vogue
playing as piper, devout astute
now and then, going pure rogue
The rebels that we know and love
not subscribing to rote or known
hands that guide, in velvet gloves
not what they hide, but shown
Heed the call my friends and scribes
remember why you're here
as each and all imbibes
the pains and scars inscribed
with all the love and yet still
all the fear
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Ahhh poets of an age
words and line so smooth
keeping art the focus and rage
with nothing left, too prove
Wild and free beyond repute
no cares for meanings now in vogue
playing as piper, devout astute
now and then, going pure rogue
The rebels that we know and love
not subscribing to rote or known
hands that guide, in velvet gloves
not what they hide, but shown
Heed the call my friends and scribes
remember why you're here
as each and all imbibes
the pains and scars inscribed
with all the love and yet still
all the fear
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