The mute poet street
Silently leads to unspoken words
Scribed on the pavement’s feet
Understood by mice and birds
Those without tongues can still tweet
Passions have to be stirred
The corrupting lies that each day greet
Us cannot be shelved as if not heard
No difference can I make, an idea you should eat
Then regurgitate with bile, a disgusting curd
And spew out your righteousness, complete
With honor, truth, feeling, anger unfurled
Silence is complicity, as if brains effete
Turn off with ease the almighty absurd
Winston-Salem, North Carolina, USA, April 2018
