Poetry

For some reason, I never enjoyed poetry as a child (or at least I don't remember enjoying it). So now I find it strange that poetry speaks so deeply to me. Words like these, of James Russell Lowell, stir me deep within:

They are the slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are the slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing and abuse,
Rather than in silence shrink
From the truth they needs must think;
They are the slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.