Rise Up! Rise Up!
O poets!
All poets!
With pen in hand, so mighty your sword
That you can slice though the indifference
That holds captive the quiet
Locked in a belief that theirs a voice none hear
We, with strings of sentences
Can tell the tales of the brokenhearted
The lost and lonely
The which way is out wanderers
Rise Up! Rise Up!
O poets!
All poets!
Alone is a dangerous place to reside
Let screamingly, sail, the secrets of your soul
The lid begs to be loosened
Feelings to fly
Someone is listening
Someone is waiting
Someone believes they remain departed
From the entirety of everything eles
Rise Up! Rise Up!
O poets!
All poets!
For we are the keepers of the heart's fire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem