The role of poets

In my role as a Poet.

We are dutybound to sound
the alarm like
the prophets
of old.

To bellow
from the mountain side
to those
below,
hello?

Souls who have
fallen victim
to the diction
of the vile
and wicked
need I get
particular?

Don’t be ridiculous
we see it everyday
some don’t play
well with others –
now, if we do nothing
and have no druthers
for anything less
than the lust
and pursuit
of power.

Then we would have failed
the greatest test.

Humanity or your ideology?

The only ones who save us… is us?

But, we don’t like each other so much?

A live reading of the piece by way of a musical contribution or an echo from childhood.

As I walked the Rio Grande gorge.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes