My tribe

We are merchants of empathy
No breadwinners dine in our company.
The poverty of our bodies nourishes our souls
and flows in fragrant verses out of our very pores
We make a craft out of untruths so fantastic
Snatching snippets of inspiration to stitch our magic tricks
In a jumble of phrases, we watch your illusions stumble
We build monuments of metaphors and watch your apathy crumble

Crush our capsules of poetry between your palms
and spread the salve on your bones till it heals your qualms
Our words shall be a celebration of every tether that binds us together
In the spirit of stretching our consciences beyond all barriers,
May this affinitive carnival reign forever

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