In Search Of A Writer's Soul Poem by Oni Omotayo

Fetch us more from the well of thy soul
The ink of our fathers dries on our heart
The land is dry and thy people thirst
Rain is for long shot upon the earth
Save for the scorching lies of our foes
That blinds our embryonic cleverness
Erasing the shadows of our ancestors
The truth is lost to the unknown coast
Taken captive by our taskmaster
She's bound to their enormous ship
Sailed to their foreign realm
Owned in vassalage of the feudal lord
Alas! She is but the fairest of our mistress
Who thought us to live with smiles on our faces
With her are the recipes of wisdom,
She alone can lead our path to Nirvana.
Shew thyself O thoughtful soul!
Has she not being thy betrothed lover?
Put on now thy armor, we pray thee!
And bring her back to our dwelling
Fight her cause with the edge of thy pen
Thou art the hero she long await
Let thy heart bleed again for the lost truth
Save her now from her slavery
Lest our homeland perish in mischief
And like Gomorrah be trodden in peril of flames
Let thy sweat proclaim the laws of our mistress
And thy pen set her free from her slavery
Mend now her broken words O wordsmith!
That which was inscribe by her prophets
Her beauteous name is given to their iniquity
Her price tagged on idolatry
Take to thee the minstrel seat
We seek thy soul to speak for truth.