Thy Literary Heart, Felt Torched. Poem by Michael Gale

It seems to be man's duty to emblazonedly ignite the imagination of their fellow man's higher learning...
Inward felt-This heart felt dealings, ever sought, this knowledgeable burning.

This wanting edge of our heart deep, known...
Ever learning, what not-be sewn.

Once the pyre be inflamed of heart...
Twill, we once again, gain insight filled art.

Let's keep lit the un torchered flame...
Always burning of unburdened blame.

No words meant to inflict saddened heart...
From those of other's maddened part.

Let us grow up into an adult like literate state...
Always educated sooner, for a bettered date.

Hopefully, not too badly late...
Tho' in the end, We'll really rate.

In stature of kindness done...
Knowing, in the end, that we've won.