Everything was banned
So many rules under the new regime
Books were no longer allowed
Pens were not permitted
There would be zero technology
Yet this did not stop the poets
Where there was once graffiti you could now find only poetry
Poets were now singers and singers poets
Where buskers once begged there stood poets
Since there was no more art or galleries there existed only poems
They tried to them writing but there was only more words and poems everywhere
Even when they gave an evil stare
Or challenged them to a date
This only resulted in more flair
The poets couldn't care
The powers that be just failed to see
That when you disagree
Or they make some decree
It won't cause anyone to flee
But for you and me
We will continue with our oratory
They thought these laws could be installed
But everyone was appalled
Their ideas were flawed
It didn't matter what they were called
Or what issue they fell on
This is the poets rebellion
About the Creator
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