the poet burns, and burns, and burns... <br />warm your feet, cook your meal, <br />read by this light... <br />tell the ones you love <br />that you love them... <br />here where shadows cannot destroy... <br />take the bread of this body, <br />and feed just one of the hungry... <br />take these eyes, let humanity see justice. <br />take these feet, and walk the path. <br />take these hands and build a home. <br />take this heart, and love your neighbor... <br />take these wings, fly free at last!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burns-and-burns-and-burns/
