Poetry is hanging your buttocks over the edge . Screaming " No ! " when the timid whisper yes . Taking high praise with a grain of salt , forcing the mute to utter their first words ! Calling out societies robots , branded cattle , pieces on corporate game boards ! Testifying , exposing the serpent beneath the rock , marching under fire to **** these people off ! You have the great gift of poetry , wear it upon thy sleeve !  Draw scribe from scabbard as a mighty sword , swift , sharp and without forbearance ! Smear dirt into your open wounds derived from conflict , mingled with the blood of the oppressed , the chastised on the field of battle !