Killing the Messenger

Anyone who is a poet, these days Seems very sensitive and scares easily away They might seem to have some errors some say But maybe they were to be created that way So be very careful, for whatever you say For the poet is human and can easily sway In any direction they can go to each day Put it on the end of a pen to quietly say If you could do better, would you be talking that way? And you are the one being scared easily away To find what is written maybe about you today And anyone who is a poet, these days May seem to have found your errors some say but then maybe you were created that way And soon in the end no words anymore too play All the words we have in our minds go silent today They will all disappear in the end and be taken away Who was writing out our pain, were frightened some say And now everyone wonders why no more poets today