In a world where we have a voice, but unable to speak,
Poet's must rise up and speak for the weak.
Those who are unable to express feelings, to the extent in which poems covey,
We must all grab our ink and draft the Poeticcharmer's way.
A way of expression, a way to escape,
A way to paint a picture, of this poetic landscape.
Our poetic society, will be one of truth,
Build on the foundation of our elders, yet an inspiration to our youths.
Let our poems be like Santa and our readers like the elves,
As we write for those, who cannot write for themselves.

~Tremar Ivey~

[Versification entry 'Society']