As A Poet

It is for the poet, the day
I never want it, it came
I am not good in it, it braced
as a poet, we don't break heart
love is a precious island
as a poet, we don't waste time
the day is always new
as a poet, we are never at peace
Peace is for a settled man
as a poet, it's our fault the failed literacy
we are the literature generation
as a poet, we ever runs out of ink
out fountain is bloody connected
a stand is a stand, we don't need a sit
we don't need a brace, not do we need to come
we only need a day, just the time in it
we will paint your mother her color
and your father his color
and the whole world will look itself
and smile at us again!