Writers Pride Poem by Folayemi Akande

Pens and inks are symbols of our thought
The missives are siblings of our mind
It soothes so much that makes us stop not
Not every one is born of this kind

Writers are gifts, a gift from dower
If time were being it will make us friend
We write all the words, all just to soar
In hearts of all, that follies may mend.
Knowledge we pass and wisdom we share
We task our minds for what is not there
Our groans and sweats the world do not see
Because they've shored to the farthest sea.

Hate not poets, they indites what may be
In humble minds do lofty words dear.