We The Poets.

April, poem a day month, draws to a close with just a few more poems to come.

WE THE POETS.

We the poets

must rise to hold the mirror,

not at romantic moon

dressing trees in silver web

but,   at sadness in a child's eyes

helpless face festooned with flies,

the listless look of hunger.

We the writers

must rise to hold the mirror,

not at hopes of superstars

pandering to an ego of selfish greed

but,   at misery of the world's maimed

duty done by smart bombs, computer aimed;

peoples crushed by pitiless power.

We the artists

must rise to hold the mirror

not at views from penthouse windows

of meadows green and lush

but,   at peoples broken by starvation,

at war, its brother deprivation,

capitalism's bastard twins.

If across the planet as a whole

we don't stand up and play our role,

poet;   heart of compassion,

writer;   voice of conscience,

artist;   eyes of justice,

we've cheated tomorrow's generation,

hurried the planet to extinction.

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