Thou, who hath the spirit of poetry;
Unto thee today I bow to call
To the service and worship of poetry.
I entreat and bid thee to my call.
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I rebuke thee, ghosts of Marine;
I reject thee, clans of the forest;
I say nay to defiled souls unseen!
To the worship of my fairest.
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I call thee who hath the call from divine,
Like Whiteman and Allan Poe,
Come worship at this holy shrine.
Likes of Shoyinka, Clark and Li Po.
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Like the poems of King David,
Wisdom like that of His Son,
To pen rhetoric lines so splendid.
Thy zeal in me is inborn.
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Lo! Thy zeal in me is inborn,
Thy call written on mine own palms.
It cleaneth not thereof - I am a son
- son of words - and lines that rhyme.