Great Poet's And Small Men

Great poet's are the enemy of small mind's. Thinking that their lead filled words are as gold. Whereas a brilliant stream of words are as a string Of the finest pearls. Great poems are not the master of their fates, A fate not worse than death nor bloody head that's bowed. Decided by a world of books few knew in life but Only after death. All great works small men stand tall and leave No mark behind. True great men and women too are known by their enemies In life the dead speak for themselves.