A poet's disposition is happy, No time for those moods so ******. Sighting the good each tedious day, Even as others for peace earnestly pray.
Joining hands with torch bearers, Guidance of the steps of pallbearers. Watering thoughts of verse weavers, They are messengers of burden relievers.
Abhor bloodshed but love the ink, To foster the ground with green and pink, Full of wisdom and free from double think, To promote the love, peace and soulful drink