Poetry Poem by Kojo Bonney

A crafted piece of words with a bunch of emotions.
A Repertoire of litany in shrines and temples.
It's the mode of dirges to the dead and means of psalms to God.

It's a rapture to horizons of forbidden reaches.
It's the head of time and the mother of creation.

It's the tickle of joy and turmoil of rage.
The hand of peace and a tablet of testaments.

It is poetry, the ancient words of kings andcode of wisdom.
Written with ink and blood of mighty.
This is the cemetery of antiques, the museum of tradition.

This is poetry, the train from the past and the forecast of the future.