of what one truly believes in one would have to set many characters in a straight line, neatly formed, with capitals leading the minions.
against weakness as they plotted, a way to change closed minds to the freedom of a poem.
By simply waving white sheets with messages that beg surrender, to the flow and beauty of a peaceful place, or jabbing with a pen in long strokes, ink flowing like blood to shock all who encounter, the rants of a mad poet expressing their angst.
Leaving the world with solutions that allow, composed readings to calm the masses, or minds shredded into dangling participles, that are rendered with lead tipped bullet-tins.
One would have to carefully mine the alphabet, punctuating the onrush of apathy by exploding ideas that impact on the societies often found to be illiterate on the artistic front.
Victory would be gained by bringing back rhyme and reason, to all who look with disdain on creative bursts of energy.
By first capturing readers and then liberating those souls who are prisoners in the holds of the many censorships that sail the backwaters of the ignorant minds.