If memory was paper
Were pens as sharp as swords
Writers would be soldiers
Pure poets likely lords
If poets starve on streets
While warriors slay the hordes
Greed often slaughters souls
Death strums its chilling chords
If fields have bodies strewn
Those thought to win the prize
Dead dreams forever fallen
Their courage not to rise
If lords plot ploys for spoils
Though brave hearts wage the fight
At dawn dust does settle
Victors blind by the light
If rulers feign fake claims
To get their willful way
Then brave heads see the truth
When mindsets will not sway
If dreams do make some sense
As dark turns into day
Each morn as we wake up
Trust what the brave ones say
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