the clear torch, for truth Be revealed
life's rhyme and equally its rhythm
the gray garment, which ill is cloaked
clear torch of truth, that ill be dim.
the talking drum, the living words
in stanzas and meters, in words forged
the people's mind, there worries it row
to the world's sea, where's forever lodged.
poetry Is, the world's voice
one soul, with different bodies
a mighty silence, with thundering noise
a truth revealed, poetry Is.
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