Poem - What's A Poet To Do?
What do you want from me?
Words spoken oh so meekly?
Shall I acquiesce
To war and religiousness?
What is art and freedom?
If the poet cannot reason
And reach out to the human heart
Where hate and love do part
I beg of you
Do not look to me for approval
Of war
Or my mind's removal
For if I must
I will stand
Alone
And declare it time
To atone
For mankind's failure to plant the seed
To bear the fruit that we all need
To live
To give
To love
To know
To grow
And though there is no sanctimony
To power this symphony
There is the plea for the olive leaf
And I will extend my hand with grief
For words that may hurt
Even as I refuse to skirt
The pain a blessed nation has caused
Because nobody paused
To say, "We can do better"
For instead
We only have this vacuous letter....