This being said I will conceed
To those within historic creed
That wise men past... gie us the seed
To history we must take heed

But burning crops is not my game
Nor defamation of dead men lame
As acts of vengence bring us shame
Songs of old we must reclaim

But smiling I, do breathe sweet aires
And meeting life's not empty stares
Encounter page's blank with dares
Called forth I write, renounce "who cares"!