Posted by Patrick Iria' Uanseru on
the voice of my pen
like cockcrow, echo beyond
crested airspace breaking strongholds
of lonely hearts ,daring mountains
of aborted laughter
my pen prowl famished hearts
of untold stories
uprooting deep secrets of cruel minds
my pen breaks parapet of arrested cockcrow
publishing anthologies of garnished discord
my pen knows the million faces
living in the colours of the chameleon
conscripted to parading
battalion of hypocrites and hangers on
my pen sings the chorus
of a song lost in the valley
of dried truths