Poets Do Not Die

Poets write, read and live Poets will not retire and leave Poets stay around forever His works change with time As the whining wind blows the chime Ringing the rebirth of Christ at the altar. Our ancestors' spirits and strong wills are alive We can still feel the unbearable pains and miseries We can still smell the iron burning their arteries Our formidable warriors gave us hope to thrive Our ancestors were poets who could not write Our ancestors were writers who had to fight. Our ancestors were singers who sang while fighting Our ancestors were dancers who performed in the ring We can still feel the suffering and the humiliation We can still breathe the abuses and the exploitation Poets write, read and live like braves Poets will not retire and leave as slaves. Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.