the blessings don't stop, we punch the clock
and work the graveyard SHIFT,
because nagging viruses EXIST
isn't it obvious, Healing Poets come to heal the SICK?
when true believers make a WISH,
our poetry deliver the GIFT
we give thanks to Almighty God, Creator of all things...
our rhyme is designed to UPLIFT
as the nighthawk SOAR,
we can still hear negative vibes creep
Healing Poets don't sleep,
which mean we never SNORE
Masters Of METAPHOR have come to assist true believers
in winning this spiritual WAR
the game is set to start,
but before we hike the BALL
we recognize Sweet Mother Earth as
undisputed Queen of Spring,
Summer, Winter and FALL
to make a long story short;
Healing Poetry holds the remedy to heal ALL
football is just a GAME
Healing Poets are not here to achieve fortune or FAME
when we heal the sick, think of it as this;
plants need sunshine, metaphoric rhyme will provide RAIN
we give vicious teeth to the sheep,
athletic legs to the LAME
anytime we encounter werewolves,
before we shoot, Healing Poets carefully AIM
silver bullets can only come forth
from the chamber of a sober BRAIN
we are unafraid of lions, tigers, bears, scorpions
or any other deadly PREDATORS
Healing Poets heal to defend
against spiritual space INVADERS
which include unethical prime ministers
and overzealous, tax collecting DICTATORS
with a rhyme as the shield, metaphor is our sword
Healing Poets are your Microphone GLADIATORS!