Born to be a witness.
Born to direct feet;
But thrown he is unto his Class-
Just so they can eat.
Chew, they, up his marrow,
And spit, they, out fresh blood.
Never shall one leave the Class:
A poet that is good.
Kyle you give a good generous classy thought in this.. I understand genuinly who is poet that is good.. thanks for sharing this with all.. Rema
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love t his Kyle! Yes! the good poet is all too often thrown to the lions, but usually not their own class! You are a good poet who must learn to defend his art, quietely....stealthily and never to be silenced, no matter the class. Smiling at you, Tai. in a class of her own! lol Modesty Class! lol