LEBRA
My poetry screams, nature and rights,
not shakespeare and unmodest.
It does yell the way it must--
simply, life is filled with misery!
And what can a poem do...
against current day golds,
not much innocence can they save,
nor break chain---all the slaves.
It's never been my poetry screaming--
my soul sees pain and Hisses!
and I cannot write so clearly---
when pen in hand---eyes in tears.
O! as too praying does that to me---
both are same----all answers later!
My poetry screams, nature and rights,
not shakespeare and unmodest.
It does yell the way it must--
simply, life is filled with misery!
And what can a poem do...
against current day golds,
not much innocence can they save,
nor break chain---all the slaves.
It's never been my poetry screaming--
my soul sees pain and Hisses!
and I cannot write so clearly---
when pen in hand---eyes in tears.
O! as too praying does that to me---
both are same----all answers later!
