I said it before

So I’m only going to say it once

I write for those born on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th day of the month

I write for monks and Christians

Nuns and Hare Krishnas

Those who carry guns and ammunition

All governmental systems

Arabians, Muslims and ancient Egyptians

I write for all those in life desiring higher positions

I write for the man on a mission

And the independent woman making her own decisions

I write for Buddhists, Jews and Rastafarians

Hindus, vegans, meat eaters and vegetarians

I write for lawyers and librarians

Historians, Taureans and Aquarians

Sagittarians and all the others

I write for baby mothers

And baby fathеrs

Barbers

I write for the fishmongеrs down at the Barbados harbours

For the governments trying to starve us

Or retard us from feeding us garbage

I write for nurses and doctors

Surgeons, pilots in planes and helicopters

Hip-hoppers

Gatecrashers and show stoppers

Police and traffic-blockers

Menders

Street-vendors on street corners

Coroners and mourners

I write for crack heads and kids on mopeds

Divorcees and newlyweds

Widows and weed heads

I write for the dead

I write for presidents of countries

Asses and monkeys

Junk food junkies

Girls that dumped me

And the mob that once jumped me

I write for rapists and serial killers

Ex-cons and escaped prisoners

I write for forgiveness

I write pain because I live this

I write with vividness

To create vivid pictures with vivid images

I write for infidelity and religiousness

Believers and atheists

I write for the craziest and the laziest

I write for geologists and ufologists

All scientists in all sciences in all fields

I write for big deals so I can eat comfortably and not have to steal

I write what I feel

Hardly fictitious when it’s all real

It’s what knowledge is

I write for theologists

And fools

Colleges and schools

Tutors and students

Unions and movements

I write for health and institutions of self-improvement

I write for new-born babies

Men in uniform and scorned old ladies

I write for queens and kings

A drunkard

And two tramps going through rubbish bins

Natives and foreigners

Old war heroes and warriors

Emergency services and couriers

Beggars and borrowers

Campaign leaders

And followers

I write for United Nations

Illegal organisations

Miseducation

And my own denomination

Among the commuters of a packed out train station

I write for the man who tills the plantation

I write for aggravation and lack of patience

I write for maniacs and psychos

With no diagnosed head cases

I write in strange places

Sometimes alone, sometimes among strange faces

I write for status

And for those who think it’s wrong for me to want to be famous

I write shameless

Not careless or aimless

I write for world peace

I write for rappers, actors, singers and athletes

I write for night clubbers and lovers

Sisters and brothers

My one-night stands with no rubbers

I write for poetry and MC

For mic love and CD

For collection and PC

For music and movie

For dub and publicity

For love and unity

I write for you

I write for me

So hopefully we can see now

That the hand that writes

Is as good as the hand

That holds the plough