The Pen Poem by terence nabbs

I invite the world,
Pick up a pen.
Write down your thoughts, empty your brain,
let words spew forth like falling rain.
Let us know what you do, who you are,
Where in the world near or far.
Black, White, red, or yellow, man, woman, sister, brother
The written word is all one colour.
Say what you like, just write it down, because the written word wears the crown.
You can cry you can laugh, curse and swear,
let your feelings rip, believe me world it’s an ego trip.
So instead of cursing beneath ones breath, pick up your sword,
Give the world a slash, make it deep, make it bleed.
Pick up a pen and plant a seed.