In my Ink

IN MY INK
in my ink, my ever flowing stream, 
Lies words, the words of war. 
War against weird warriors warring us without a cause. 

In my ink, my meandering stream,
Lies peace, the peace that pierce war
 in its arms, that its sword may fall; 
And never be taken again.

In my ink, my river of sanity,
Lies questions, questions about our lives,
How our pride has been prided
 for their own pearl of pride; Of questions about this unchanged changers and their cruel change. 

In my ink, the river where Venus baths,
Lies love, love that can unite the world, 
That we can live together like ants in their cave, 
Oblivious of our identities.

Written by Femi Amusan 

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