We, poets, write the words
of the heart's deepest desires;
from love and loss,
our darkest corners,
or lighting social fires

We, poets, create armies
with the power of our verse
our words are legion
for they are many,
armed against the worst

We, poets, are an arsenal
of life experiences and pain
young or old,
brave and bold,
truth spilling on the page

We, poets, are a cataclysm
fighting through soft ignorance
bringing an end
to hollow hatreds
and sad indifference

We, poets, write swords in ink,
write shields in lead,
paint hope in rhymes,
and love with words,
creating to the end

We, poets, practice art of war
with every piece we write
gather words of wisdom
for we poets will not go
quietly into the long goodnight