Poets run and check the fields

Poets run and check

the fields muddied

there our blood waits for us

Wake up wordsmiths

and sharpen your tongues

for slaying

Charge the capitol on paperback

Pens drawn now and steady

hold til you see the whites of their presses

and we end this like it began –

with the Word

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