Poets work like ants,
Gathering words, ideas,
Looking for mountains to climb,
Peaks of imagination, to clear
To do some good,
To change the dance,
To sing our song,
Promote our stance.
Do you think we still have a chance?
Perhaps, maybe it's not too late,
The last thing you lose is Hope,
So well hidden in Pandora's box,
But still the best we've got,
We are Americans, we don't give up!
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