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like a bird perched in a tree
a Poet is always listening
chirping things many do not
understand or comprehend
though they may feel some
thing more deep within
the Poet just set and wrote
a note on some parchment
to a council at large a whole
membership of societies
variety of nationalities
to teardown and uplift
holding up the sky from
falling nailing down the
earth from rising nesting
in current affairs brought
on by tyranny these are
the kind of tears Poet's cry
out write Poet's are not shy
shocking the system waking
the beast in which they slay
they lay to rest caucuses
on their conquest
