What shall I write about??

“What shall I write about?” thought the poet.

Cried the beggar, “cant you see me and my crippled limbs,

Write about me o’poet and my fight for bread crumbs.”

Cried the mother, “write about me oh poet,

I have a son on the borders to be sent.”

“where’s your attention dear poet?” roared the king of the jungle.

“ you have killed me and left my skin with flies to mingle.”

“ o my see what you have done to me.” sobbed the oak.

“I have been stabbed and cut and my branches all broke.”

“ stop it, stop it!” pleaded the poet.

“ I shall write about all of you dears.” He said.

Eyes stinging with tears.