~Anna

Most of us belong to that other group,
the dreamless wanderers,
converging under protest songs and patriot games,
fevers blistering tongues,

scattered
to the four corners of the earth,
we are genderless misfits
whose only earthly prize
is the will to speak of the truth,
"To thine own self be true"
our mantra,

Shakespearean players
preach to an empty choir,
we are Poets and desperadoes
of no unique design
no great significance

but if you listen very carefully,
you'll hear our thoughts
inside your heart of hearts

and you'll weep with the best of us.