In mid October I remember I met a guy who's a member On PoemHunter We should have met in September But we will meet in December
I met "Late October", thought of Red October That Cold War movie As interesting as Scooby "Late October" is a bard, poems with points hard
He has something to say Things he's experienced every day But he has to say it a certain way, else poems and points thrown away As a person who believes in freedom to stray This poem encourages him to stay
Nothing remains the same in life Those who are hostile will be kind Those who are first will be last Those who bombast will feel the blast The empire will recede and retire The vast oceans of water will be on fire
So cry bard cry Don't even lie Limit is the sky We wanna know why Why any one would try To muffle and stifle Your voice stymie Your poetic style You travelled miles To release your pile of ideas some vile Some causing bile
Freedom is a right To write Freedom to offend And make amends