Poetic Justice (Poem)

A poet is a seeker who never finds
A nomad who never rests
A reaper whose harvest is never enough

Sowing words like wild oats
chasing after wind
Falling where they fall
in a whirlwind of dauntless mayhem

Commanding order from the chaos
in a war that never wanes

Silo the plunder
Stack the arsenol

Enlist every soldier
Every civvie great and small

Poetic justice is a fight for the liberation of every word

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