Don't make our voice impotent <br />Lame like madmen <br />aiming to change a mountain's spot <br />We are the mouthpieces of inspirations <br />We got clues on our wealthy tongues <br />And we define the world <br />despite our red fate <br />Each step we take that throb the earth <br />A crypt of clues that deflate men's woes <br />Each sentence we speak with stanzas and rhymes <br />A sword to slay the wind of pains <br />Each night we spend to pen a poem <br />Pills to cure the ache of our land <br />We are the modern poets <br />please don't see us as academic madmen <br />Of sleepless nights <br />Scrabbling into darkness <br />For mere rhymes<br /><br />Abubakar Abdulkadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-poets-2/
