Oh what is this light you speak of
In squared off boxes knocked off
From others who thought these lines
In contexts which were once divine
You sully their pens in need of
Adulation through taps and thereof

Oh what is this light you speak of
In rounded quotes ripped off
From annals of history in dreads
To make these words hold their steads
You martyr yourself on words of
The ink that others bled out

Don’t sully this light you speak of
Draw thy drops from dark pots
And let sweaty beads write out
What your view and history are made of
To make your light that will speak of
Your times and thoughts untainted
Your mind and ideas unchanted
And slowly the world will take note of
Your trains of ink as they set off.