The Poem

[Verse 1]
Silence cuts like a fascist blade,
Carving fates they want to fade.
Signing bills, chaining laws,
’Til all our hope withdraws.

[Chorus]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But really...
I wanted to be a poem.
To find ‘em facts left unspoken,
To share ‘em truths in the open

[Verse 2]
Felon whispers, history hums,
Freedoms erased by petty chums.
Data drowned, but echoes rise,
remember what darkened skies.

[Chorus]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But really...
I wanted to be a poem.
Not a hand that holds the paper,
But a fire in the loam.

[Bridge]
Wounds that burn beneath our skin,
Elect outlaws, spreading deep sin.
Books were burned, but poems remain,
Time does forget, but arts do sustain.

[Chorus (Extended)]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But really...
I wanted to be the poem.
Not to beg meaning be spoken,
But to breathe in a true omen.

[Outro]
In the name of freedom,
We sing our right to roam.
Spread ‘em sparks, start a revolution,
For we, the people, are a poem

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V2:
(A Psychedelic Minimal Experimental Tribal Trip-Hop Song)

[Verse 1]
Silence sharp as a fascist plight,
Etching fates into the night.
Signing bill, passing laws,
Until all the hope blows 

[Chorus]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But basically...
I wanted to be a poem.
To share the bullshit unspoken,
To grow where silence roams.

[Verse 2]
Felon whispers, history hums,
Truth dissolved by petty chums.
Data’s lost but echoes last,
With the lore of ages past.

[Chorus]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But basically...
I wanted to be the poem.
Not a hand that holds a paper,
But a fire in our bones.

[Bridge]
Woes pulsing deep in our veins,
Words of grief, breaking the chains.
Bodies were lost, but poems remains,
As time forgets, and art sustains.

[Chorus (Extended)]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But basically...
I wanted to be the poem.
Not to be begging meaning,
But the meaning on its own.

[Outro]
In the name of freedom,
Singing for rights, free to roam,
Sharing our light, an anthem,
For we, the people, are a poem.

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V3:
[Verse 1]
Under the weight of a word unsaid,
A name erased but never dead.
Silence carves the lines we read,
Between the bones, between the creed.

[Pre-Chorus]
Light the candle, hush the tongue.
Breathe in secrets, bite the sun.
No one hears but ink remembers
Every life pressed into embers...

[Chorus]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But basically... I wanted to be the poem.
Not the hand, not the voice,
Not the echo, just the omen.

[Verse 2]
Some men burn while others fade,
Some words break, some ricochet.
They shot the poet in the dark,
But still, his blood is writing sparks.

[Bridge]
Under pressure, under weight,
Torn from time but never late,
Language shifts but never dies...
A single phrase, a thousand lives.

[Final Chorus]
I thought I wanted to be a poet,
But basically... I wanted to be the poem.
Not the writer, not the stone,
Not the story, just the tone.

[Outro]
A whisper left in open air,
A shadow shaped, a breath laid bare
No name remains, but still, it’s known,
I am the poem.