To Critics and Observers

I came, i clawed and conquered
I fought to live without you
I thought it was right to write
But what would the critics do?

The observers were so fair
They’d love with a little hate
Their comments were barely loud
Those you could regurgitate.

It is easier to probe
Than it would be to create
When next you think of me, know
I came, i clawed and conquered

Leonell