The Writers Opera, The Unsung Song
They come to sing stories their own
Perform their best and sing alone
On page that stares blank back at them
Maybe a page when then was when
Some will croon of love that broke
A heart of Gold where fires stoke
Once upon a time, when once was warm
Was all too good now all gone wrong
Others will sing of GOD and country
Of Tis of thee and walks gone bumpy
Of persecution that grows unchecked
Of prejudice ones own mindset
They'll come and go and will return
To write again as poets yearn
To sing without a singing voice
Where words their own are read by choice
Bravo! Bravo! Bravisimo!
The curtain calls for all to know
The artist that does write today
Will have just one more thing to say
Laptops, desktops will be shutdown
For just awhile till thoughts come around
When once again poet and friends
Will bring an unsung song to lend
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