Revolutionary poet packing powerful artillery, words that enlighten, energize and incite towards excellence, time to reload any empty chambers with important information, with intense involvement. Revolutionary poet, understand that you dine on sacred cows and sacrosanct certainty while others swallow without chewing; you tread where others fear and fear not to say what you must. Revolutionary poet, you will not be loved, because truth cuts swift and sure as a scalpe, uncaring of position or prominence. Revolutionary poet, you ask questions, make them cringe scraping screeching blackboard nails raising hackles, hair and tempers. You spare no icon, image or idea from vivid dissection. Revolutionary poet, says what others only think, sees what others only wish, signs in blood what others only wait for another to do. Revolutionary poet, thanks are not waiting for the chef who reveals insincere ingredients sprinkled over the status quo of steady boats posing as tradition and culture, no, you must shake foundations, break molds and become a mote in the eye of tardy thinking and lazy intellects. Revolutionary Poet, happiness is an afterthought, a word whose meaning is distant and wrapped in latent gratitude once the revolution is done.