Bards In Arms

Poetry is the last bastion of free speech The people's pure unfettered voice We shall defend it at all costs Against the numbing multitudes The clamoring adversaries of the free word The dull-witted patsies, posturing poseurs and Picky pedants who would Clamp our verse in chains Make us conform To rules and pleasantries and ways of being Morbidly conventional In strict accordance with the finite aspects of their minds. No! Our cause is just. Ten-Hut! You battle-tested troubadours! Present arms! And hearts and souls! We! Shall! Prevail! (Previously published in Art Villa, Aug. '99)