My Life Continues

Sing a poetry of mine, solely like my own,
With powers and prowess strikingly shown.
It is a spring of school’s water that brought her,
Fighting in plots sown by the slaughter.
Only words grow where the men have fallen,
Like flowers with poesy written over pollen.
Combating crimes of crawling men is to be grave,
But words such as these demand deaths to wave.

Sing a poem of love and action, of poverty and action,
To throw him a definition of rebellion and attraction.
Sing me different words, of relapse and laughter,
So my death is abstained and significantly chased after.
My seeking is my keeping of praise, after the battles are won,
When the seeds of hymns are grown, when the words are spun.
I have a chance in my woes to elaborate the sorrows,
To see where life continues, where life just burrows.