To Kill A Poet

You really have to be a notoriously cruel criminal To kill a Poet, a gentle person, an earth angel, Who is not afraid to continually tell it like it is. The Poet always tells the whole truth, at ease. He neither fears the daily danger nor the deadly fire. He wants to make the entire darn world a better Place for every beings under the hot and cold sun. You really have to be seriously stupid and dumb To prosecute somebody who can put the moon On your plate, somebody who can nourish your numb Soul, your broken heart, and your sick and sad emotions. You really have to be strange to hate somebody, Who loves you unconditionally and who has no envy Of your ill-gotten amenities or your earthy possessions. You really have to be awkward to hurt an earthly saint, Who wants to share his knowledge and who wants to paint Mother Nature the way she is. The Poet wants to expose the lies, The myths, the innuendoes, the unfairness and the injustice, So we all can finally find the prairie and the oasis of peace. You really have to hate yourself to want to hurt so many Poets, So many outstanding citizens of the world, who just paid your debts.