When They Write

When They Write long poem

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A story they have to tell
One that can teach a lesson like a folktale

With a lot being observed
And knowing that no dish has been served
They grab a pencil and paper
Cause the pages are still eager to be fed
With things which have been head

In writing, emotions being expressed
With no voice produced but speaking for the oppressed
Viewing things with an eagle’s eye
Writing with a sympathetic heart
And with a courageous hand
With the mouth shut
But yet talking about the things at hand

Come pay us, the poor, visit on the land
Am certain you shall also have the desire to write
For those who have seen the daylight
To us the sun is not bright
For we don’t see what is happening
Our sense of hearing
Is the only thing keeping us alive!

One day you shall also believe
But only when you visit where we live
They once came and visited us
But till now they haven’t written to us
When the writers write
They see a bunch of psychics among us

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