All a poet can do today is warn.

Wilfred Owen
All a poet can do today is warn.
All a poet can do today is warn.
All a poet can do today is warn.
All a poet can do today is warn.
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All a poet can do today is warn meaning a poet can’t do anything else but to warn. And, if they can’t do anything but warn, no one would listen to them. Proving once again that the number of people who listen to poets is relatively low.

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