If our poets stand for nothing Then we are all fucked. If our lullabyists, our word singers, Our bombastic balladeers, The sounders of rage and fury, If they – stand for nothing, If they come only to entertain Then who will protect us, From the poverty of our own thoughts?
Author: Eleanor Jackson
Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.
