Decided To Be A Poet Poem by Delilah Miller

We are poets.
We are going to tell each other how to live?
Waking up each morning,
How many remember how to truly give?

We are young poets.
Blinking and shielding shock from new light
Youth is a burden, a silencer on a pistol;
How many will open my eyes if they are shut too tight?

We are trusting poets.
Innocence is certainty and a content smile.
If we are frowning at swallowing media's new information,
Others grin their wide grin and call Concern a child.

We are political poets.
How can someone be on one side or another?
Reading and watching two sides of a clipped story,
How can it be one side takes a different lesson than the other?

We are defeated poets.
We have given in to the Tao.
Your action only harms and enjoys.
All your work ethic and overtime desires desecrate the 'now'.