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.