Note It

So many lives reek of

Superficiality! it cries from the

History books like trees in deep holes

Making them seem small

Ink less permanent

Than speeches stuck in the

Touched minds

Molested by idiots perhaps

Force your hands through

The grate they're less

Important than your feet

Right?

Write

Farther forward than

Backward vandals retrace

Their steps from the trees

To the streets visitors from

True civilization leaving their

Mark on the tribalism of

Society. A pen that writes in blue

That and blank paper are my tools

To write these words of mine"Write with purpose"

Strong words on the cover of my notebook

Staring at me with high expectations

Great Poems, beautifully written

Yet useless without a message

"Write with purpose"

A notebook given by a friend

To encourage myself

To provide guidance

Throughout my journey of words

"Write with purpose"

What is the purpose of my work?

If we're unable to make people think

About our humble lines

What would be the significance