The poet's life

The poet's life

The poet is eyewitness of
The history,observing with an eagle-eyes 
Dissecting information,separating rumors
In pile of it's own, the antenna of the senses

A tuned more then ordinary folks
He is a sniper selecting carefully targets
Shooting the rhymes with heart and passion
Divulging pleasure at accomplishing the deed

The poet squirting ink
Like octopus in tyrant's faces
Sometimes losing his life in cause of it
Paying dearly for the criticizing words

Mere critic is he?
Probably not, the guest on feast of destinies
Chronicling tiny tremors under lies thick layer
Mining the truth not visible from first glance
He savors every dish brought by the waiter time
Spitting out nonsense pits and when he full ...write
Write any time of day or night...that's the poet's life