Take Not My Ink Away From Me Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

Arm yourself with your gun.
Kill my brothers and rape my sisters
You demon.
Do your wicked deeds with pride,
Believe me my pen will get hold of you.
My ink will pierce your evil heart and not only me but history will remember you.

Your sons will be cursed till eternity and your daughter,
She will be barren for no seed can grow forth from a desert.

If you think your magazine can do me harm.
Woe! unto the shameless AK-47.
Spray me with much of your wicked metal grains.
Fill my stomach with your forsaken bullets but please before I will say hi to the creator.
Let me finish this poem,
Let me tell my unborn child that you.
You are a demon.