Poetry needs to work as the dark saint
Of sublime darkness whose screeches
May conjure the long dead sepulchres
To rise again an’ sing the hymn to liberty.
Thus it needs to spark a flame within
Which burns a man of enlightenment
To break long frozen oceans on inside
To set free the wage slaves and sing:
They are dumb, deaf and blind as they;
have tongues that don’t speak the truth
have the ears that hear not the truth.
have eyes but they don’t see the truth
Hence the poetry must be- eyes to the blind
Ears to the deaf an’ tongue to the dumb.
The flame of freedom to enslaved heart
And divine reform in the society and man.
-Mason Carter
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