Tell me poetry
Why would I write for you?
I stare hard at the blank lines, demanding
You're a wielder of words, they whisper
A smuggler of dreams, a teller of secrets
And your point?
The empty pages smirk
Didn't you want to find the lost, inspire the defeated,
Strum heart strings to a finer tune?
Tell me poets, if the pages renounce their rights to you
Give you freedom to express, with possibilities wide open-
Wouldn't you take on the risks?