The Ink Horn Poem by Gerry Legister

God’s glory has come and gone
Weeping for another reconciliation
Taken away by the man with the ink horn
The inquisition come upon the sons of men.

And upon the forehead of them that sigh,
All the Abominations they permit
God hears the howling of them that cry
Weeping after the crimes they commit.

He removes the write to review
With the ink horn; a mediator is born
To cleanse the city and make life renew
For everyone who has will to be reform.

By the ink horn in the writer’s hand
Embossed in the form of clean linen.