poets

The deviants, who monopolize the language, carve it carefully to seduce the philogists, The independants,whom whoever dare begrudge, Tastes abyss an' ends up in hands of psychologists The artists, who arouse in people The taste of love by emotions they mirrored. Made souls wander and tunrn pain to be feeble When they evoke love, grief's voice stays unheard. The philosophers who indoctrinate Knowledge Through emotions and turn love to be rational And they convey the wisdom oft through adage Most of them believe in what is supernatural. The painters who use words to potray beauty , sometimes they hide behind words to tell the truth But most of the time uneath to Complete that duty How can it be undifficult under control of sleuth? The fantasy's gods who create their own world And call for souls to admire it and believe, Beguiling them sometimes to enliven or bereave Their dead emotions that, by dark moments hurled The philandry and philogyny healers by words. Humanist whom souls feel beatin' of every heart. senses of souls and hearts are before you stirred. You knitters of every torn hearts that had been fallen apart H.A.Zeid🇳🇪