We're the poets.
the chosen, the fire and the light.
The shadows, the skeletons, day dusk and night.
We're the poets.
With Luka Lesson
The givers, the healers, the seekers of truth.
The gargoyles perched right upon the church roof
We're the poets.
We're the lighthouses,
beacons, grim reapers of love.
We speak sonnets and half verses sent from above.
We're the poets.
With Omar Musa.
Hail the poet!
Hail the storm.
Hail the stone.
Hail the chief.
Hail the Mary's.
And everything dark underneath.
We're the poets.
With Phil Wilcox
We were sent here to deepen your gaze
To sharpen your senses
Survive insurmountable days
We're the poets.
The 2015 Poetry Slam Olympics presented by Bankstown Poetry Slam
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