The Sacred Pen Poem by Tosin Abegunde

As the Carmel awaits another altar
Where justice shall be our Ararat
I'll never neglect my axe in Jordan
As the deafening Nile wailing calls.

Brook of Cherith drunk I to nought
Yet like a wild fire, my thirst burns
To free freedom; enslave slavery
As in Jerus-har-lem, Mecca and Ife.

Like a high wall daring a fall,
On the sand of time and season
An indelible foot-prints I'll stamp;
No ocean shall quench this thirst!

In that day like a thief in the night
Shall the righteous flourish in style
And abundance of peace as waters
The earth shall be flooded:

Sons of Philistine will exhaust;
Daughters of Zion will rejoice
Thence shall I continue as the sun
The sacred pen will give life to me.