I love hearing poets speak languages of poetry like sounds thunder makes vibrating feelings of groundbreaking earth shattering battle Rams crashing through doors of establishments stronger than the taste of peppermint on breath of government cover ups the unmedicated gall tightly binding woundedness torture persecuted chained up in past Injustices compunctions of corrupted propaganda scandals covert operations changing subject to shift the focus from disassemblers liars great pretenders claimers to fix the dysfunctional while stepping on pieces claiming to come in peace where war never cease as long as there's blood on concrete as long as there's pain in the hearts of humanity as long as there's growling in the belly of man long as voices can be heard the word will still and always will be poetry