A poet without her pen,
Is a poet without her voice.
Muted and silent,
For no-one to read.
Unheard among the masses,
Unseen among the trees.
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A poet without his pen,
Is a poet without his power.
Weak and feeble,
Not able to help.
Unable to fight injustice,
Unacknowledged in the struggle.
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A poet with their pen,
Is a poet at their strongest.
Loud and visible,
Speaking for those who can’t.
Shouting for those in need,
Screaming to help the world.
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Excellent.
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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