Via-Grapevine-II

We dwell in the world's background,In the word's foreground,Where real soldiers are found,Where hungry minds are fedWith our poetic food of thought,Where brainwashed mindsAre declared dead,Where the thirsty acknowledgeOur godly knowledgeOf life, as evergreen as the sedgeFound near the living water.We are revolutionary writers:We go to war like warriors,Using the pen as a weaponOf mass distraction.We reflect self-consciousnessOn broken mirrors,Inspired by creative madness,Artistically comprehendedBy the greatnessOf the poetically retardedWho live in the lanes of life,And fight for survivalWith the knifeThat marked our territory,Preserved our history,And told the storyOf our revolutionWith the blood engraved on the soilThat has the same colour as our skin.We are revolutionary writers.We are not obsessively addictedTo the drug of recognitionThat many fall prey to.