Poetry
Posted by
Mikey Marlin
‘This is supposed to be about Poetry,’ she said
With the mouth in her head,
‘Let’s steer from hate and remember the dead.’
But we fight
When we write
On Spydy’s web-site
But we know
When we go
That at least we can show
What we feel
What is real
Whether agreed or not
It’s the right that we’ve got
To express what is what
We are free to debate
To re-criminate
To speak and to state.
So if quiet is the price
That we give
When we live
To be free
To be open
About what constitutes me
That’s a price
That I’ll pay, like I said,
It’s a small price to pay
When others
Are dead.
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