We Live In Our Territory

Upstairs, downstairs, there go the lawyers;
   the defenders.
And their briefcase is always at their armpit;
   you've got it?
They have expensive coats and luxurious cars,
   but we have shorts, skirts, socks, and shirts.
We have little, because we are poets,
   yet we pride as writers;
We live in our territory.

Head up, chest out, were they all serious?
   I'm curious.
Taking huge salary cause' they are doctors,
   check their drawers.
Even in the dark their faces are coloured,
   but, what we writes are never mattered.
We have silent voices in our poems,
   yet we pride as writers;
We live in our territory.

So my brother, put your self together,
   come out, and chest out.
It's a great deal to be a writer,
   a poet.
Without wisdom no man can put down
   a poem,
What we have written shall live forever,
   so we must pride as writers;
We live in our territory.

At times just put down some riddle,
   be simple.
On this writing journey you must be watchful,
   be careful.
Don't compare yourself to those who have shoot up,
   or jumped up.
When things are getting difficult just look up,
   cause' we pride us writers;
We live in our territory.