I'M WITH MY PEN (a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

I'm with my pen,
My philosophical pen,
Filled with ethics,
Directed by logic,
Lodging in the thighs of epistemology,
Whose metaphysics are unique,
Aesthetics her buddy
That begot different imageries.

I'm with my pen,
My bleeding pen
That speaks of freedom,
Leading us out of dungeon,
Giving life to those in boredom,
Who sanctified those in Sodom
And gave them a new dawn.

I'm with my pen,
My blazing pen,
Whose inks are halcyon,
Painting words with diligence,
Sparking without negligence,
Raping the minds of sadists without resilience.

I'm with my pen,
My touristic pen of hospitality,
Who bears witness to the injustice,
Rendered to the poor populace.
Whom the sun gave a gloomy smile,
Who punctured and tortured the wicked heart of  the wicked ones.

I'm with my pen,
My crafty pen of prowess,
Who devoured those with witchcrafts,
Making them crash like a plane crash.
She flies high like an aircraft,
She's filled with different crafts,
She's never daft,
She's always my map
That begot different maps.

I'm with my pen,
My enthusiastic pen.
Filled with vibrant grease,
Enveloped in succulent fragrance
That muse and fuss her friends,
Abuse and fuse her foes.

I'm with my pen,
My advocative pen,
Who speaks on feminism,
Giving breath to the breathless lasses,
Bestowing hope to our hopeless daughters.
Who fought against rape,
And destroyed those sex tapes.
Who solicited for the end of women trafficking,
Making sure women are treated equally as men.

I'm with my pen,
My halcyon pen,
Whose eyes are open at night,
She neither sleep nor slumber,
She keep on inspiring others.
She's a penfreak,
She's a punster,
She's a ghetto lass,
She's a feminist,
She's a realist,
She's a solicitor,
She's a philosopher,
And I'm Sunsampaul.

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#Sunsampaul d Philosopher
27-02-16
07:23am