I Protested My Way Poem by Hebert Logerie

I screamed like a crazed animal
Witnessing a dying friend
Cowardly roughed up by a corporal
I protested as Wystan Hugh Auden
Who badly rhymed his poetry
And who painted the green scenery
With other strange colors.

I drew flowers
That nobody has dared to love
I had songs that nobody could sing
I wrote poorly rhymed poems
That only idiots could discern
I did graffiti on the walls, on the screen
Of your imagination. I am the pedant
With cemented lips. I screamed yesterday
I read the story of David. I am very proud
Of the outcome: Goliath died; yes, he died
David was right and the giant was wrong
I protested my way
As evidence, I have a few poems and songs
I wrote stories that no one could understand
Everyone is busy, everyone wants to binge
Everyone wants to win something
I have all that I need: I have the lucky rose
Which accompanies me everywhere
Oh! Gosh, I am happy
I protested my way
With the help of my poems and my songs.

Copyright © April 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.