How many words does it take
For the writer in search of
A novel to make
Before realizing he or she
Poetry needs
To be freed from the brush
Of the artist therein
And the vision imprisoned
In where to begin?

Not enough I suppose
Of these words would suffice
If they did you would see
My pristine paradise
But instead it seems like
I just write to ignite
An uprising demise
Of your country in spite
Of the plight we in common

Must actively fight