born in chains I could not see,
heart was pure and mind still free,
but as the time had passed me by,
I noticed love and peace say bye...
I read; without a shadow of a doubt,
I wrote; beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Life was cruel and life was cold,
Words were calm and words were bold.
I fell in love with constant pain,
that left my heart and soul in vain.
I became humbled each time I read,
and immortal each time I wrote,
I became modest in times of growth,
and I shall not die although being dead.
For my words would live forever,
and my stories they'll endeavor.
These young folk who'll come along,
who found a place where they belong.
In times of hate and sorrow, guilt...
my poetry would be their guide,
that's why I love this poetry inside,
coming out this heart and soul rebuilt.
I wrote poetry to save those mourning,
so they'd fine love in life each morning.
The title is poetry spelled backwards.
