I would like to dedicate this poem to the poets who were killed in the war known as life.  You have not been forgotten and will be forever in our hearts.

It's not over
This hateful war is not over
So many have died trying to fight this pointless battle
Man, Woman, and child have vanished into thin air,
As if they never existed

We cry our hearts out
Mourning over the soul that now seize to exist
Our brothers and sisters laying dormant upon the now tainted grounds
Oh no, this war is not over
Not until their lost souls can rest in peace

Us poets have taken pounding after pounding
We have cried the crimson tears,
But we are still here
And we have to stand tall
If not for ourselves, for those we have lost it all

We are strong powerful individuals
Who have learned to speak our mind through our words
We have learned to express pain in ways unlike violence
But remained human in the process
If anything we are the strongest beings in the world

We are pure souls living in the shadows of the night
Fighting for what we believe as just and right
We are the unspoken warriors that live to no destination
The titans that hide in plain sight
We are poets and we won't go down without a fight

Though we are weak in numbers
Though we die everyday
We shall bounce back
Like a phoenix being reborn from its own ashes
We are  the few, the strong...

We are the poets