Save The Pen Poem by paapa esuman

he myrtle all poets who paint the earth with beautiful words
with the sword of all time, he slayed them to death
blood spill all over the streets of the writers world
putting to end the flow of the ink
many comrades run to hiding feared the could be killed
their evolution of wickedness destroyed the beauty of the earth
no more words to put smile on the face of mother earth
i was the only left
hopes where lost but stood on my grounds to still paint some words
of all time to bring back the beauty of nature
restless they became to end the evolution of poetry
their evolution of wickedness hits all over the streets with
lust, betrayal, treachery and deceitfulness
which invaded the heart of the earth
to cause the wrath of nature on humanity
on the eve of new year, i prayed for new evolution of poets
who could change the world with their pen
but still non exist.
in the streets of the writers world were gnashing of teeth, evil takes over
a sunny day, sat to paint some words
when the killer arrived, held my pen and try to stab me with it
i plead for mercy, if i could have a chance to finish my painting before i die
he grant me a chance to finish my painting before i die
he granted me the chance to paint my last words
i fear not to die but feared the pen will not write again
to inspire and motivate the lost in hope
i feared not to die but feared if the pen writes no more
potentials will be held captive
i fear not to die but feared the pen will not be seen again
which can change circumstances and create a beautiful world
sooner i saw tears drip from the killers eye
and told me to live and save the pen again
to all poets lets live to save the pen and change the world with beautiful words.