Many wrote, others lamented, laments of truth, hope, joy, sadness and whatnot. Many praised, others called us prophets instead of poets.
We wrote poems of love, life, nature, wonder, magnificent, prophecy. Making the world a place worth living in, creating hope when there seems none, creating a world with colour through word jumbling, placing a perspective of difference.
Holding the best through ourselves, doing our part in word development and peace creation.
I am a writer, what are you?