The soul of true poets are purest
their goodwill thrive in the heart
none can ever **** their expression
instinct and intuition their weapon

The body of poets are finite
but their spirits are infinite
bards compositions will last
as poetry itself is everlasting

No poet killer can annihilate
any true poet whose only intent
is to inform the world of the truth
whoever that poet killer be dies first

True poets are ever invincible
they are protected by a shield
of freedom quite self-expressive
and meaningful poems of substance