A century of text
Born from thousands of thoughts
A paragraph of heart
Bearing a silent war
A word of love, sweetening our breaths
A letter of pain, telling hates tale
With paper stained in purity’s blood
Millions of minds forced onto a single page
May the poet choke on his voice
A simple sound blotted, a mirror to silence
Take away all walls of thought
Put up ages ago, blocking all reason
Remove the windows of spirit
Un-clogging the stagnancy of ignorance
Remove the floors of death, and disease
Halt the base of blood, so it soak
Scrub away the sky of tears
To stop the falling sorrow, washing away hope
Remove the sight of all dimensions
An empty wasteland, vacuous of mind
Take the ground of rock, no solid landing
Though no placement for your feet, your planted
On your dreams you stay, with nothing or noose
Then reduce this into a human mind
Blacken the eyes, and clog the ears
Twist the tongue and shut the mouth
Open the mind, as well as heart
Place the fruit of words into soul
And then you have a poem.