Bards In Arms - Poem by Laurence Overmire
Poetry is the last bastion of free speech
The people's pure unfettered voice
We shall defend it at all costs
Against the numbing multitudes
The clamoring adversaries of the free word
The dull-witted patsies, posturing poseurs and
Picky pedants who would
Clamp our verse in chains
Make us conform
To rules and pleasantries and ways of being
In strict accordance with the finite aspects of their minds.
No! Our cause is just.
Ten-Hut! You battle-tested troubadours!
And hearts and souls!
We! Shall! Prevail!
(Previously published in Art Villa, Aug. '99)
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