Like a lion in its den
I rest in but my pen.
Alas! In this world of words,
It’s me and my pen.
Even like a bird in its nest
From my pen comes my rest
When am oppressed you lose blood;
And when am depressed, you do flood
The pen in my hand
Reflects the pen in my soul
In word’s wars
My pen is my sword.
Like man and wife,
My pen is my life
With their words, nature is reverted
But with my pen, the future is invented
With God all things are possible
With my pen, I write the I’m-possible
With my pen, I curb death
With my it, I create wealth……
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