Speak up is what poets do
Speed up attention
To a matter of Concern
With all honesty
Unknown ears open
To reflect in accord
Along with the poet
On atrocities weighing down
On a human heart
Poet is restless until
All perceptions are penned
Only to feel empty and alone
With his own thoughts
Solitude fills the cup
Of the parched Sonnetist
Once again to compose
Percetptions of his mind
Speak up is what poets do
Speed up attention
To a matter of Concern
With all honesty
Unknown ears open
To reflect in accord
Along with the poet
of atrocities weighing down
on a human heart
