Pen Killer Poem by Simon Odhiambo

Great writers, great poets
Of time now and those gone by
Hear me out, as I wail the pen
The burial, I will not attend
Save the pen if you can

Pen was style, Pen was great
A quill, a reed pen or a finger
A dip pen, an ink brush or a feather
And the pen died
just like that...

Invention means killing
Innovation spells murder
And they killed the Pen
Just like that...

Fountain Pen, ballpoint pen and marker pen
Crowquill pen, rollerpoint pen and ceramic tip pen
Excuisite, good names, good memories
And they killed the poor pen
Just like that...

Is it not pen, that employed you?
Promoted you, paid your bills, sent you love messages?
Letter is no more, its grave still steaming
They are killing the pen too
Just like that...