In a world where Poetry is dying.
Only one person can save it.
The Reverse Poet.

Hair as dark as night and red as a crimson rose. Eyes that sparkle in the night yet tell a million stories. Skin of all colours and lips as pure as freshly lain snow.

In a world where poetry is illegal.
The Reverse Poet stood upon a podium in front of millions of viewers. Ready to show the world the consequences of of breaking the law.

They read their final reverse poem from the top to the bottom. They gave a slight pause for dramatic effect, and then they read from the bottom to the top of their poem.

Poetry is dead.
And I refuse to believe that
We can change the world with words.
I realize this may be a shock but
Through literature we can inspire others
Is a lie.
"Literacy is corrupting our souls
and
The education system has failed us" 
In 30 years, I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
Abbreviation text talk
is more important than
Proper grammar and punctuation
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
Imagination is passion,
But this will not be true in my era.
Life is short.
Experts tell me
Poetry is stupid.
I do not conclude that
Writing is fun.
In the future,
All literature works should be burned.
No longer can it be said that
Creativity is the key to life.
It will be evident that
Being an author is not a real career.
It is foolish to presume that
Literacy is an art.
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.

***

Years later, a young poet stands in front of a large bronze statue to pay their respects. The statue is of the Reverse Poet, and stands in the exact spot where they gave their last words before being executed.

The young poet looks at the plaque at the bottom of the statue.

"The one who saved poetry, the Reverse Poet." Read the young poet, "because of them, I am free to write a much as my heart desires."

In a world where Poetry is alive, there is hope.