Every Feather Counts
My Fellow Poemians, we are a dying breed.
Most find this art old and history.
Others dont care and are stuck to their greed.
But dont let it brake your will to write free.
One day the world will need our harmony.
The overlooked will once again be seen.
You dont have to be religous to have something to believe.
Our mental strength gives us a new mind we achieved.
Don't fall from it, you're built for that seat.
The seat to write, writing so openmindedly.
Against all of the hate and the belittling.
You work is an art, the art of poetry
You see we are important in every society.
We are the philosopher stone in everyones dreams.
The creators of imaginations and creativity.
What the world lacks and what the world really needs.
The younger generations will find it hard to believe.
The birth of a new world we are able to conceive.
Work together and build, to all live in luxury.
Not to fight and hate each other over such smaller things.
For we all have a gift to the world of the living.
Not a broken heart our words cannot be recreating.
And join as man kind, not as a single ethnicity.
In the end, every feather counts for our hard work endlessly.
We all work hard here, the work should be done shamelessly.
All of your works I love, Let your hearts work fearlessly
For in the end, that is a true poets legacy.
Special thanks to...
helloworld
mannie16
kitten
steraza
starsimon
mankeshmee
coolblue
preach
_sha_ma
kai.saya
_krishi_
seven7
terrylin53
For sticking with me as I write. I appreciate it and I hope I never let you guys down for being my first audience.
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