The poets pen shall not be fall,
until his words are revealed,
it shall not be hidden in the bushes,
where creatures crawl,


His words shall be painted in blood,
for the freedom of the hopeless,
his flag shall be raised in victory,


The poets bravery shall live on,
even when his works are burnt,
his thoughts will be seared unto the minds of the weak,


When history hides the truth,
the poet shall rise up,
to reveal the mystery of the universe,


If the poet be exiled,
he shall not be worried,
even when the bars surround him,
because God will free him,


He shall not be influenced by the world,
when inspiration lifts him,
he shall brace against rejection,
and break the shackles around him...


Dayne-Christopher