Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Poet of the People


'Poet of the People'



Maketh false claims I,
To this prestigious role ?
Or say what is true of poor men,
And the society of my day.


A voice in the wilderness,
Open, hark, herald a notion.
Of saying simply what is felt,
Beneath the stinging hand we're dealt.


Go with the flow good people,
Or say what is right to say.
Let it be known a rebel,
Has broken out of earth's hell.


Don me with no titles,
I deserve no more than you.
I simply voice an opinion,
One man, who's proud to say.