Undead Poets Society

Undead Poets Society                  9/22/2016

It’s not a surprise

And it’s not new

That they hate me

And they hate you. 

Traded away for nothing

And betrayed at every turn

Marginalized by the fine print

That no one ever reads. 

Silent are the voices

That once laughed and cried

Extinguished forever

By the bestial

And the cruel. 

And who has the courage

To even speak their names

The innocent and expendable

Who did nothing at all. 

Unknown and unwanted

The good are blamed

And attacked

Murdered for fun

And mocked in death. 

If you have not seen it yet

Then most certainly you will

As the final spasms explode

All over the world. 

Deep down in the dark

You know who

And you know why

The same old hatred

Since the beginning of time. 

Some love their money

And some love praise

Anything to avoid

Ostracism and scorn.

Selling you

And selling me

All for something

Gone in a day. 

Darkness falls

And then we must choose

What it is that is true

And what it is

That is false. 

If you cannot read this

They it is somewhere else

And he who seeks

Will always find. 

Some poets are dead

But the good are alive

Just beyond the veil

Watching and knowing. 

Undead poets

Alive in the spirit

Just waiting

For the perfect word.