Not True, Identity

New poetry, What is new therein We are here to Search them out. We are here To say something more In our own words And style. So many poets Have already told What is there, And what will be there Here with us. But we are not Going to say What they have told, We use their words Here, though, but With a different meaning. Where are our footprints, That we know not, Still, we are here And we are smiling And crying at a time, For the reasons Not known to us. Our hands are strong, Legs are ready To take use Where to we want. But time is not there We know, it is clear, And yet, we declare Our name and address, Not true, though, We know.