I Am Just a Pen

I am just a pen in your palm Flowing effortlessly to impact, You are the brain to retain my words For everything I say may not come back To me again when I become empty. I am just a liquid as formless as water, You are the cause of my movement. We can create a smooth journey that Can last a life time if we can move Faster in learning hand to hand in between. I am just a pen not a machine, I am not seen in a troubled palm. I am the colours of freedom quest, The mainstream of your future. Treat me well and we shall work together Just like the two eyes fixed on face. I am a woman pregnant with words, Abide in me as the true vane and I in you. I will register your deeds in the book of history Though men forge unequal knives, I will make their knives die hungry deaths In the slum of pity and sorrow. Come to me my dearest friend, Let's write friendship together in the Western sky bidding farewell to the traditions. I am armed with sweet words not inflated promises. I am just a pen building schools and hospitals, Clearing forest of ignorance and shames. I bring water to the thirsty and food To those famished in heart to be fed, I've opened a bank up in the sky to save Those who are lost like cricket in August rain. I am just a rain flowing down west, Modernity is the coven of my royalty. I am just a pen and you are the brain box, I have no car and lorries to pledge to you But my body is endowed with wisdom That can last you for a life time when follow. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016