<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">who is the poet then? <br>the master of words, <br>phrases, rhymes, and symbols...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the one who wipes the ass<br>of the old man in the nursing home, <br>whose family does not come anymore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the young gay teacher <br>in the projects, walking the thin line<br>between the hatred of gangs, and hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the small time farmer<br>who planted one last crop, <br>knowing that the bank was coming<br>to take it all away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the soldier in Iraq, <br>who stops to help a child up, <br>and sees his own children miles away; <br>cant speak, and cant breathe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the young man in prison<br>for something that he did; <br>just trying to survive, day to day, <br>and to find a new way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the young woman who was raped, <br>being humiliated on the witness stand, <br>and they call it justice! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or the man left standing<br>on the brink of losing it all...<br>the eyes of his family haunting him; <br>with nowhere to turn, <br>and no one to ask for help, <br>and a gun in his hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">if poetry then is written<br>by the hand of God....<br>the hands are human!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389186" data-title="The Poet de Eric Cockrell" data-description="who is the poet then? the master of words, phrases, rhymes, and symbols... or the one who wipes the ass of the old man in the nursing home, whose family does not come anymore. or the young gay teacher in the projects, walking the thin line b..."></div> </div> </div>

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