It starts as just a tremor
A little nagging itch
A feeling of slight irritation
From which we cannot switch

And then the mind engages
Into full-on Sherlock Holmes
No longer passing off the twinge
With social conscious poems

Seeking out the hidden truth
To share with all mankind
No longer waiting for a prompt
We’ll seek until we find

The words come out of nowhere
Or perhaps were there all along
A cry for help acknowledged
When our guts perceive a wrong

The lines become like sabres
The lyricism more sharp
Activating a call to action
Across a global map

We will not remain neutral
Our time for romanticism past
Will will rise up from our pages
Free to utilise our verse at last

For its in storytelling and rhyme
That history warns and scolds
Teaches the world what went before
The message must be retold

And when the audience listens
Truly hears and heeds the words
The poet, the writer become fighters too
Our pens mightier than any sword