Ode To The Brooklyn Poets

One little poem

Can heal a hurt

One little poem

In the pocket of a shirt

A shirt that's ripped

With a spot of dirt

Has a poem in its pocket

That could heal a hurt

Hurt can't heal

If a heart can't hear

The words of the poem

That creates the cure

The cure for the hurt

It begins with a verse

But you need to read the words

So the cure can be heard

Be heard all ye poets

Check the pocket of your shirts

And speak of the poem

That can heal a hurt

Hurt can be healed

By the power of a poem

One little poem

In the pocket of your shirt