I use my words to paint the page

What glory do they bring?

What fancy of the multitude?

What charm? What wit? What bling?

What courage to the men that read?

What magic in my bones?

And should we poll the multitude?

To see whose side they’re on?

And what path will you choose, young man?

To protect those at ease?

The ones who hold the power/wealth

The ones spreading disease?

Or will you choose a nobler path

And gather fellow men?

To overthrow the pow’rs that be

And give the Earth a win?