They control the air we breathe
The food we eat, the water we drink
The ground we walk
The time we spend
They control the thoughts of men
They control the pen
The powerlessness
Drives poets to write
They control our dreaming night
They feed us with myths
The poet has no control
Their thoughts are all they have
The poet has nothing
But the thoughts inside their bones
The poet has nothing
But words controllers
Fail to control











Powerfully penned, James. Another excellent write filled with unfortunate facts my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks for reading the statement.
Regards
James