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








The poet has nothing, therefore we have everything.
This is excellent, James.
Thanks for reading.
Yes the duality of poetry it is rebelious and at the same time it blows away on the breeze.
Thanks for your kind words
James
The one thing they can’t control is imagination & creativity. And that’s where the poet excels.
Yes I agree.
The inner thoughts belong to us.
Regards James