I Wish I Had More Pens

I wish I had more pens,
I'll let them dance freely,
On my old and torn jotter,
Expressing my burnt heart feelings.

I wish I had more pens,
To write on our leaders' vanity,
Their squandering and non-challant attitude,
And their unexplainable extravagancy.

I wish I had more pens,
To expose the misdeeds of our society,
To complain on why we lynch ourselves,
And enquire why we act like beasts.

I wish I had more pens,
'Cos I wonder why rape has prevailed,
And I see no reason why we steal and rob,
And I'm surprised at hoodlums' freedom.

I wish I had more pens,
To ask why prostitutes are all over our streets,
To query why masses are at the receiving end,
'Cos unemployment, election rigging and human rituals worries me.

I wish I had more pens,
To find out from the giant of Africa,
Where its greatness has fled to,
And why the coupulation with corruption.

I wish I had more pens,
To write a letter to my teacher,
Asking him to explain in details,
If politics means lying, deception and bloodshed.

I wish I had more pens,
To write more poems to the public,
That way I wouldnt have stopped here,
But I regretably have to stop,
'Cos the ink in my pen has come to an end,
And I'm afraid I have no more pen.

by Albashir Adam Alhassan

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