The greatest tale I never wrote
Twas not the perfect comedy
Poets showed their shaded faces
Save Aenid’s author, he
Was on a familiar mission, quite similar
To the one they offered me
Lend I, not, to their fair trade
Rather, give I cause for contempt of name
Hold not true for maiden’s sake,
N’er swell I my father’s gain
Only more, dig I, a deeper drain
A seed want not grow without the rain
The greatest song I never wrote
Could eclipse the siren’s wail
Long enough to allow midshipmen
To sway their boats and sail
All channels, deltas, lakes, rivers, and oceans
In display of freedom trails
Entertain, not I, thought to supply
Words outstretched to gratify
Rather, in each of my sincere replies,
Aim at two ears, not, but at third-eye
Still, I’ve longed for song, and have justified
Senseless beats and thoughtless rhyme
The greatest thought I never spoke
Would have altered history
If only the truth could make the
Transition from a mind in misery
To a message so profound and moving
That it truly sets us free
I write for all that is not said
I write for the living dead
I write for the patron sheep
I write for love, I write for peace
I write for justice and the unjust
Unaccountable, undermining, unfit judge
Sons of gun bearing men
Daughters of lusting, distrustful men
I write for right, I write for wrong
I pray I know the difference
And I’m strong enough to share
Criticized knowledge,
Wielding wisdom, courage, and compassion
I write to war
- MIC THA POET
