These Words That I Write Poem by David Olusanya

These words that I write,
they are life and they are light.
These things that I do,
they are of the world I woo.

I'm a dreamer with gifted eyes,
a hallowed messenger from the skies.
I'm the request of lasses and lads,
whom have been deprived of moms and dads.

I'm the answer to the grief-born prayers
of mortified men, whom are hidden below earthen layers.
My mother's sons call me a precious pen
my father's foes call me a dangerous den.

I'm a winged lion in the jungle of justice,
the staff of Solomon, the rod of Moses.
I'm a flesh-born fire of Elijah,
another prophecy from the bones of Isaiah.

My beginning is retribution, my end is peace
my message is justice, my feedback is bliss.
I'm an enivid regnessem,
a celigna-nos-fo-nevah.

This words that I write,
they are life and they are light.
I'm a dreamer with gifted eyes,
a hallowed messenger from the skies.

David O. Olusanya