Angry Pen Poem by Muideen Lanre Dauda

Angry Pen



Inks spit on the papyrus like gushing water
Scribbling like wobble legs of teaser
Its messages like lunatic murmurings
No one could benefit from its simmerings
What's the essence of your wasted energy
That could not save humanity's tranjectory?

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