Poets Poem by Chan Mongol

2007

Poets are in expeditions
They got thunder voice of actions!
Poets fight for answers and knowledge
To go deep to deeper, they vow and pledge!

Poets clarify things and they got brains
Not for faking or for only entertains!
Plain truth is their capital
To liberate mankind is their deal!

Poets are neglected souls
Miserable! Old fashioned fools!
They are hungry, devastated
Sometimes defeated and fainted!

Poets are in expeditions
They got thunder voice of actions!
They fight for answers and knowledge
To go deep to deeper, they vow and pledge!

Poets are fragile and ill paid
Broken and poorly made!
But their minds are vigor and fearless
Those injured folks to nurse, to embrace!

When society, family and love
In those hands of angry mob!
Poets are half dead except finger
Which, the only weapon to linger!

Poets are therapists to let others feel
To remove the hindrance and the veil!
They are not to party, to entertain
Not to make clouds of money to rain!

Poets are fragile and ill paid
Broken and poorly made!
But their minds are vigor and fearless
Those injured folks to nurse, to embrace!