The Magic of the Pen

The magic of the pen 
The pen got powers
It creates from the direction
Of it ink 
Through the hands of the holder
From the deep of the heart comes 
The control of it magic 
It is some were more than
The guns or bullets 
It is so magical 
It is also a prove of sense


The magic of the pen 
It so sad how it is a tool 
Blessed but a curse in the 
Hands of criminals
The pen is magical 
But not on the hands of 
Thieves
Not on the hands of the greedy
Not on the hands of politicians
No not on the hands of the highest
In command in Africa 
Not in the hands of our law makers
Down town
But magical on a honest brave heart 
On this hands with the pen
Lies the signal of the hand writing
Of God 


They make the pen 
So magical with a revelation
Only based on truth 
That is the magic 
Of a real pen
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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