Monday 4 April 2011
Where now are those frantic heroes,
Poets gripped by mantic frenzies,
Minds lit with the flash of its lightning,
Whose wild souls still dare aspire,
To subvert all social conventions,
And free us from our false perceptions ?
And what of the free spirit of poetry,
Once a noble lion now a neutered pet,
Locked in cages of dull conformity,
The blank pages of sterile books,
For in its stead we worship base lies,
And the false idols of fame and profit.