CRITICS

I write not to politic I speak not to kill I might not write with your skill But You criticise with venom of steel Using words As a tool Not to build but spill The guts of the soul Weakening the growing spirit Who said poetry Is not for the faint hearted Even the quiet and dumb Have something to say Because the mind is a spitting microphone That rehabilitates The inklings of the past A critic can either be good or bad Thats why i write to politic