Let the Poets Fight by Steven Joseph Bruening

let the poets fight


let the poets go where even mighty eagles dare not tread

the vastness of the unrequited mind not yet read

to see what unformed dreams; what prometheans are still yet bound

yearning to be dreamt in glorious living stereophonic sound


let the poets pen those mighty words and deeds that others do fear to speak

for in the grey caverns of the mind, there are words not fit for the humble or the meek

but, for the undaunted and poet, great these fearful words are but the sound

of humanity’s consciousness eagerly demanding to be heard and written down


let the poets win us our victory without the cost of man’s bloodshed

without humanity’s great growing numbers of large diminished

fit is with words such as these: freedom, liberty and just equality

tthe poet, word truth armed, shall win resting peace for all humanity