Poetry

 

Poetry is a battle cry

From those who’ve thought about the war

For such a long long time

With no weapons in their hands or clarity in their hearts 

Poetry is the battle cry of the suppressed by the unintentionally dispirited

It is the home within the heart 

It is the dreamer 

Screaming from

Sleep

I will make a place where war is extinguished

I will make a home where fear is a stranger

Where safety is king 

Where no one is hurt for simply desiring

To exist