WORDSMITHS

They dance around
the outskirts of iniquity,
by word of mouth, eyes
to the underbelly of society.

A trail on jagged rocks
to make change, and
though in vain, they
carry on hope and light

beyond human sight, into
the spectrum of Godly fame.
Strike a cord, for love they pour,
for one and all, are the same.

And aim true riding high
in their Warrior's cry,
until they die, until they fly
like love unchained.