The Penlords

Bold Brave heart Courageous move passionately Mightier than the sword blade Genius mind always make the best People of ex-ordinary talent (POet) Defenders of the voiceless with pen and white paper They are emerging better now in a countless numbers watering the pretty human souls to happiness Like the nightingale of the free forest of freedom I wished i could be one of them, the penlords Fighting the war of words without an Ogbunigwe A war with no cutlass, gun, sword but pretty words The white paper they feast upon daily with passion Transporting the undying words to the world like bullet piecing violately into the human body. Defender of human race, the penlords I visited the hearts of their hearts and behold Perfection in the battle of enlightenment They are so Go-----ooood like the gods So swe----eeeet like the testament of their words So de--li-ci-----ous like the turtle so---oooooop all hail the beautiful ones All hail the mountainous brave writers of the Twenty first century of our time The intestine of their pens always at work the salivary gland in their pens always never dry Writing emotionally to change the loners who taught them how them how to hold a pen? They are our deities, the gods of our land Never die like a snake that passed through the Rock without leaving any trail behind They give treasure for generations to generations Yes they are emerging in twos, threes and fours To fill the vacuum of our broken thoughts I wished am on of the penlords so That i could create my own future with pen