I love my pen
It had saved lots of men
From men's cruelty
And their wicked superiority

I love my ink
It always provide a link
To access situations
And proffer lasting solutions

I love my paper
It is always around the corner
Never tired of my disturbance
Always patient in my annoyance

I love my words
They are my swords
Sometimes I punch it
Other times it is soft and looks unfit
But I am always on point
With the message in front

I love writing
It is my calling