My life is in the pen
For it pour out my pain
Filling me with parity
'And real sincerity'
It express my thought
Even when I am silent
And keep memories down
For the the next generation
It doesn't lie nor die
Albait it always cry
It come black red and blue
And sometimes it give a clue
Oh gentle pathetic pen'
Always loosing not gain
For I found Zion in you'
A peaceful place for me to earn
'THE PEN OF A POET'
WRITTEN BY
AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO
KNOWN AS' Kolawole Emmanuel
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