Unless you turn it into songs That people would sing in unison, Poetry does not sell much Even if we lower the costs. You cannot succeed in a career Without financial difficulty In a field, even a national one, Following this marginal activity. They appreciate the free nature of art Without any salary and no tip, Our reward in their reading, In the appreciation of our writing. We are talking about a vocation here Appreciating some evaluations. We want to send moving messages On wars, disappointing nightmares. Will our free words change the world? Wealthy people are you going to think of the third world? It’s serious our budgetary problems, But many children die on earth. If we write in a tragic style Obtaining peace in a magical way? Can we afford to believe in fairies Giving water to thirsty children? Disclosure and reporting, Read our words governed by passion. Misery of the poets of today, Does the tree of their life bear fruit?
Louise Hudon 