For the people

The work of a poet must be done

No matter the ailments

No matter the injuries

No matter the death

The work of a poet must be done

The poet mustn’t shield his eyes from the critters in his closet

Or the peering golden eyes under the bed

He must look

The must be courageous

In order for him to survive his battles

Of love

Of life

Of man

Of this world

It must be done

So the people knows

What it means to be alive

The poet must do this work in the streets with the people

He must do it in the gutter

To see truth

He must struggle to know liberation

The poet’s work cannot be squandered

Take time with your voice

For it is for the people

Take time in your message

For it is for the people

Take time in the work of poets

For it is for the people