Laurence Overmire


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
Morbidly conventional
In strict accordance with the finite aspects of their minds.
No! Our cause is just.
Ten-Hut! You battle-tested troubadours!
Present arms!
And hearts and souls!
We! Shall! Prevail!

(Previously published in Art Villa, Aug. '99)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 15, 2004

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2012


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