Written by Adam M. Snow
Kill the poet with his ink,
for the pen is mighty.
Take from him that which he write;
his soul belongs to the sea.
Kill the artist with his paint,
his flowers have no scent.
Take from him that which he paints;
break his brush and don't repent.
Kill the singer with his song;
a silent mouth is musical.
Take from him that which he sings;
he was born to appall.
Kill the dreamer with his dreams;
he who cannot sleep.
Take from him that which he dreams,
his visions, he cannot keep.
We seek to kill the dreamer's soul,
a witch hunt we thrive for.
We forget the gift that God has given,
in return we shut the door.
We steal the dreams the dreamer's dreamt;
the desire of a selfish being.
A tormented soul we leave behind,
that goes without seeing.
What have we in life become?
Thieves of a poet soul.
Chose to take the pen away,
leaving his heart a blacked hole.
We take for granted that of life,
and take from others dream.
In reality, should embrace our own,
a gift from God in light esteem.