Hi Guys, second offering, radically different from the first. This was deliberately written in the form of an old fashioned poem. The idea is to evoke days past, whilst delivering the songs message.
One thing a couple of the lines I believe I have heard before, but I`m not sure, if you can help in that regard I would be much obliged.
You writers!
Come on you scribes,
scribble me forests that glow.
I`ll ramble and dance there
in the cold winter snow.
Give me a couplet,
I can share with a lover.
We will drink in its wisdom,
and produce another.
Throw octaves as jugs.
Weave sonnets as a rug,
that I`ll lay on my floor, I`ll roll on it
frolic on it, talk nonsense and bore.
And you, you songwriters,
elegise and rejoice.
And free the chanteuse
to soar in her voice.
And inspire our children
to independent ideas,
so they can think freely
when gods and devils appear.
Come on you polemicist,
write a quatrain.
Write it in fire, for my banner,
that I carry in vain.
Wake up you dramatist,
dream an army, invincible and bold.
Put fire in their bellies,
like the knights of old.
Our enemies aren`t men,
but the ideas they hold.
So make your knights thoughtful,
With stout hearts of gold.
Tragedians, standby,
your time may come.
If a simple verse
Cannot move anyone.
Hear me you poets,
fashion me hospitals of odes.
Build me mansions of stanzas,
for the poor sick and old.
You balladeers, kindred,
who have sweetened my ears,
Sow sweet notes on the wind,
to lighten our fears.
bridge
In a world shattered and brutalised,
by forces so violent.
Its writers are wealthy,
but …..cowered …. and Silent.
outro
A writers pen, mightier than a sword,
louder than claps of thunder.
Yet what we hear, is light on the ear.
You Writers, stand up and cast off your fear.
©JohnLondon Songs
