Synopsis:

Poetry is to draw level the divide between the rich and the poor,
To unite the believers and non-believers alike
To rebel, reveal and revel in the beauty of the angel named the devil
Poetry is to bring out despair,
To put into motion the action of repair,
To glean from lines decorated with impair
That a rhyme does proudly on its sleeve wear,
And then to Sow in the Soil of the Soul,
Crops anew in step and stair
So come!
Pull out your rhyme and put away that paragraph,
At your very own Habitat.

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