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For my fellow Poets — Guardians of the word, carrying kindness and the light of learning across every friendly poetic front. ------- ///___\\\ ------- “Poetry in Arms” I hear the calling voices “Let's use our pens like guns!” and so I stand among them in Poetry in Arms. I was young scribe in silence, and felt what wounds remain, from those who write in verses and others write in plain. In pages like in trenches, sharp words in fierce desire, ink loaded like gunpowder, “Survive the evil fire!” Our legendary Poets, Cover us with your care, and offer honest counsel, from any face hater. If you walking this way, Don’t lose your heart and mind, evil will pass away from poetry unkind. Hey, evil awful hater! Carefully listen us: We’ll prove you — words are matter! — in Poetry in Arms. We do it not for a glory, Nor any applause goal, But tell you all the story What still lives in our soul. And when depression hits you, Can't hold your pen like sword, Let all your thinks will go to: Weapon is hide in word. Despite life meet last hour — Our poems never burns And we will live in our — Poetry in Arms. ------- ///___\\\ -------