My Pen Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

It's not the contents of this pen that cloud my mind
It's the suffering and the pain of my fellow human beings
That gives me sleepless nights
I am pierced by painful memories from my childhood
I am disturbed by the growing cancer in our streets
Society is hopelessly holding on delusions
Promises made by vampires that feed on their daughters and sons
Selling them lies from the garden of wickedness
I am broken into pieces of light
To shed light into the deepest wounds
And bring healing to the hopeless and fearful
My pen is not a political tool
To address the nation or the world
My pen is a spiritual knife
To undress the darkness
To unveil the path of Love
And ignite the fire of hope
My pen does not hold hate or damnation
It's the truth that will set you free
My pen is not a weapon against reality or injustice
It's a scissor that shreds the wicked mind
And opens the channel of awareness
My pen is clearly not diluted by evil spells
It's composed of the particles of light
To illuminate the heart and pave the way to everlasting life
My pen is a molecule on the fabric of existence
That holds life together
And brings hope to each and every heart
My pen is not a hospital or church house
It's the spirit of God that paves the way
I am drunk from the cup of His Love

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