You never know in poetry, who will take the time and who will see
Do we even see ourselves, other peoples strives, and other peoples lives
Is it possible we’re so involved, with our soul unsolved, with the big revolve
That we forget to pay
We forget to pay homage to those on call, to those with it all
We forget to pay homage to those who helped to create this healing medicine
The founders of life, the founders of death, we must all pay this outstanding debt
So, as you struggle and as you strive
Block out the suppression that drags you right…….down
Cause your paying a debt for the love of all
For you, for me, for him, for her
We want to know just who you were
Live your life and fight the fight
And break on through the pressure, cause
Some day when your not around
Someone’ll be so very down
And your life may give them new ground
New hope to live in this world of suppression
Write on oh ye of passion and little reward
Death will bring you great prosperity and more