~Right to write.
Of a point when the world kicked to a start, or of the shores where sea and land part,
Of parents teachers and friends, of polity and our present day trends,
About any being can we write, for you and me we have that right.
Of the dreams that never come true, of the streams playing where you grew,
Of those air bags with a fist of chips, of those cool rags dancing in flips,
Of the sultry sun on a summer noon, of the spring breezes under a full moon,
About any memory can we write, for you and me we have that right.
Of the rustling leaves in nights of fear, of the trickling tears at the loss of dear,
Love from the deepest trench of a heart, or a treacherous story of a one-liner’s smart,
Of the buzzing flies in a chilling night, of those yelling lies with ignorant might,
About any feeling can we write, for you and me we have that right.
Of your will to express what you think, of your skill to impress at pouring ink,
Of your inability to speak to the crowd, of your fear to shout things aloud,
Of your claim over your paper and pen, and so also over what is being written,
About any writing can we write, for you and me we have that right.