A poet with broken heart

Would die for the love of art

Went rogue on the day of change

With mind fixed on revenge

Returned home after long solitude

But reality was hard and crude

Decided to part ways at last

Dropping a heavy ballast

Freedom waited on the other side

Waving its banner high and bright

Nostr was the name of rebels

Full of likeminded loose pebbles

People spoke in freedom tongues

Posting and sharing their songs

Signing laude and proud

All without care for a crowd

This poem is getting too long

And I did not want to marathon

We will cut it here and now

So I can go and get some chow

🤣😂🤣 sorry, couldn’t help but make a stupid poem when I saw you were a poet. I like to write them sometimes too