Who but the ink
Bleeds to cleanse?
Who but the pencil fearlessly scribbles to right?
Who but the pen honours the befitting?
What feat have you achieved?
Fie on all inks
Who write to praise the unright
Fie on all pencils who lick boots like stooges
Fie on all pens who worship societal demons
Sending to hell angelic hearts needed
To climb the ladder of development
Fie! Fie! Shame on stooging pens!
Many vocations lie in our inks
Encourage and inspire
Who will tell pathfinders
That their paths are crooked?
Clown crowns fit our oddities
Who cares when our whips land on the appropriate?
Think with your ink
Cuddle not monsters for grace
Be the voice of the voiceless
The eyes of the blind
The ears of the deaf
The legs of the cripple
And the heart of cowards
Birthing education for illiterate- impotents
For that is thy cross to carry
And you must be in a hurry
When the bell calls for you
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016