It’s the year of the Poets!

As they hold their pens up high,

“Respect for the Poets!”

is their anthem’s cry.


Bring back all the Prophets!

And give them words to speak!

Courageous with Boldness,

sometimes their words are meek,

(but, respect all  the Poets,

for this does not make them weak).


It’s the March of the Poets!

Their strength will carry them

down the streets of the city,

full of woes that they must pen.


It’s the Year of the Poets!

For words we beg and beg,

please, God, give us Poets!

– The roses with our bread.


It’s the time of the Poets!

Give meaning to our pain,

write us back to peace again

in the Year of the Poets.