The Pride of the Pen

Inanimate as I am With my blood I irrigate Leaves And leave indellible Traces of time and brains Under the breath of literary colours Breathless though I am To abstracts, I give soul I have trod horror paths I have witnessed the ugly boast of crime In heights and in depths I have seen the reality of fiction And the strength of imagination, I have felt Entreat me and trail the trace of my life-blood And let me in black and white enlighten you Let me in bold print, thrill you Of romance - the fondliest Of chest - the deadliest Of whisper, of truth, of love, of nothingness But something the pen-man told me! To be bold, firm, yet tactful Although, he it is that compels me To provocations and incitements Although he, never I, that is acquitted Of libel, of sedition, of insurrection As he is the revered and the vaunted Hence, of the laws I give soul to I am immune to, because Inanimate I am