Post by Ọlátúbọ̀sún Onkọ̀wé (@Onkowe)

𝗔𝗻 𝗢𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆

The pen is a bow,
Shooting fierce lines like piercing arrows,
Pricking the inmost heart.

Building conscience
Within the heart of the nation.
The pen, a mason’s trowel,
And the lines — sand and cement.

Poetry is a shining light,
Dispelling shadows from man’s heart,
But never an ode
Celebrating the corrupt.

Poetry praises and scolds.

It speaks of life and death;
It tells of love and prejudice.
It sings of the folly and wisdom of men,
Of purity and impurity,
Of praise and blame.

Oh potent poetry,
You reign supreme!

— Olatubosun David, May 2021

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