The Pen Speaks... Poem by Ernest Makuakua

The Pen Speaks...



I wrote, ive writeen and I still write though you seem to want to silence me you see you invented these typing machines in motivation that you would silence me
My existence have proved to be a vital input to those who make use of me
I'm the pen I write the good the bad the great and the small the least and the best

My existence has proved to be vital to you though you may not see me through these closed windows called your eyes. See the pain you cause to others through me you you destroy you build.
If you be reading anything it has started somewhere which means ive penned it down to the last drop called your final draft.

I called your name and heard me not; you say I'm too quiet yet so noisy
I'll be the pen
Solve I problems you see
I mend families together put the families together
Yes im silent but ive just connected you to your wife you wife to your husband not everything will need your I pad your phone so even though you may silence me and use me less yet even if you ignore me I still form a part of your life

Dear enemy…
You cannot silence me,
You use batteries
You use software's, electricity, I don't
You can correct and make these human dumb and do their corrections but I'm the pure educator I never complain but you be crushing and refusing to work when I'm always eager to move on to the next letter

I'm independent never thought I would be remembered from where I began I wrote the bible that inspires you, the books before you could speak im older than you yet still useful though old yet useful even unto the next generations. You may try to eliminate me but you will run out of ideas and I will be here still to pen more.

I'm the pen
I write your stories sad and happy
You're inspirational to your worst
I produce students and those who are dumb I help too.
Whatever profession you find yourself in I was involved committed my self to you being a successful business man, Doctor and whatever occupation you occupy.
I don't have to choose whether you are small of age or old I teach till you get me right exchange me if you like but I will remain for the next chapter I never end.

I happen to have a name decorative at times but remain pen
I'm pencil so you can draw
I'm colour pencil so you can colour in whatever needs colour
I am Ball pen to those who seem to be sure of what they are writing though
You eliminate me in the big writings
I write your binding contracts and seal deals

Keep dreaming of eliminating me
I will write your ideas dear keep writing your ideas but you will never erase me nor stop me from writing marvelous stories.

Many things will be extinct
Me never…
They tried they failed
They will still try but they will fail, I'm independent God made sure whoever he gave the idea to make me and introduce me knows I become a useful for all. So I'm here to stay till the one who gave the idea I be created decides its time up. Before that well… try and fail
I'll say to you

EY I'm here to stay

The Pen Speaks...
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