With Clearest Intent

I write, and who for, but for you? I write for the twilights to come, I write for peace among men, peace in their hearts and souls, The wild nights, the worldly sights, I write for you and your brothers and sisters, That they may know something better inside and out, I write to the children who think they are not beautiful, I write for the souls that have not enough to eat, The elephants, and seeds, and trees... I fight for the twilights to come, the brave roses growing in the cracks between city sidewalks and, city streets- I write to the unborn Bards, and Martin Luthers, and Luther Kings, and the Lincoln's and lovers, to bring them peace 'fore they surpass me; I write to ease and put peace in our hearts, I write with Clearest Intent, of the places I would like to see- the faces I would like to know, and say to them we have defeated the darkness and fear within, and put words through golden mouths- we have conquered the world! With Clearest Intent may we uplift humanity- This is our tolling of the bell, Each breath you take Every line our poem put... I write for you, but you write more me.