Why Poetry?
Because it's in the blood,
Fighting against infamy,
That human lowly crud,
That you can't scrub away,
So innate in some,
In a most disgusting, way.
Why Poetry?
Because it rises above,
Our petty thoughts and dirty play,
Not wanting, the soot to sway,
And interlace with moral rot,
'Me first, others not'.
Why Poetry?
Because it seeks and speaks of Love,
For Love of All, it lives,
And even its darkest enemies,
Forgives
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