Poets Do Not Die Poem by Hebert Logerie

Poets write, read and live
Poets will not retire and leave
Poets stay around forever
His works change with time
As the whining wind blows the chime
Ringing the rebirth of Christ at the altar.

Our ancestors' spirits and strong wills are alive
We can still feel the unbearable pains and miseries
We can still smell the iron burning their arteries
Our formidable warriors gave us hope to thrive
Our ancestors were poets who could not write
Our ancestors were writers who had to fight.

Our ancestors were singers who sang while fighting
Our ancestors were dancers who performed in the ring
We can still feel the suffering and the humiliation
We can still breathe the abuses and the exploitation
Poets write, read and live like braves
Poets will not retire and leave as slaves.


Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.