Back To My Root Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

I am going back to the acient call
Of creativity where I belong;
I am the interpreter of the interpreters,
I am going back to writing that my life
Is build on till eternity.
If you could separate oil from water, you can
Separate me from holy writings.
I am going back to my root to uproot the hidden
Pains of my people, I am for them what book is to teachers.
I stand to defeat injustice in my home town
So that when I die posterity would forget me not.
I shall remain the legend I was made to be while am alive.
And my name written on the stars and the soil and, the moon and the sun.