My Pen

THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE PEN COMMANDS THE REVOLUTION AMIDST LOUD ROARS FROM THE DEN IT WRITES WITHOUT DICTION IT'S BLOOD SPILT ON GMELINA SHEETS MY POWER AND KNOWLEDGE,MY THOUGHT AND MIGHT SPLUTTERING OUT OF INTELLECTUAL WEALTH WHATEVER IT WRITES I PRESUME IS RIGHT VOICE OF THE VOICELESS WRITE ME A SONG HARMFUL AND HARMLESS SPEAKER OF EVERY TONGUE LITTLE DROPS OF GARRULOUS INK SERVICES RENDERED TO THE JUST AND THE DELIQUENT WORDS CONNECTED TO MAKE YOU THINK LITERAL MEMORY OF EVERY INCIDENT