Great Poet's And Small Men Poem by James McLain

Great poet's are the enemy of small mind's.
Thinking that their lead filled words are as gold.
Whereas a brilliant stream of words are as a string
Of the finest pearls.

Great poems are not the master of their fates,
A fate not worse than death nor bloody head that's bowed.
Decided by a world of books few knew in life but
Only after death.

All great works small men stand tall and leave
No mark behind.
True great men and women too are known by their enemies
In life the dead speak for themselves.