dreamers all
undependable dreamers
a poet male or female
some worked by gas light and had ink
other with just a pencil by moonlight
some had no paper no pen and no light
they wrote and remembered it
they spoke it in code or
they told the work as they were burned
in jail buried alive
in the madhouse forever
left on the island of poverty
unpardonable all of them
walking down the street
you saw them and hated them
wished them erased
disgusting and unemployable
not of any use
until you fell in love
with someone
or needed a reason to hope
couldn't understand or take it
not even for one more monument
a scrap of verse
who would know
a few trailing lines
just a poem
can save the world
one line at a time
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