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Their words on their pages 
With pens in their hand 
Flow slow contagious 
Crush and command 
Provoke and enrage us 
And make us withstand 
Force us to listen 
To all their demands 
Insist that we listen 
Resist could no man 
They glimmer and glisten 
Insisting we stand 
And hail with our fist 
Our Bliss is at hand 
So Hail like we kiss 
And kiss for we can 
Until their words drip 
So bloody and grand 
And like on our lips 
On their page land 
We read and we sip 
And damn understand 
Why tormented they grip 
The pens in their hand….

The Poets