QUILL ;francisthepoet.

I feel like scribing

My quill oozing bloodily

The parchment drinking my mind

Into his empty belly

I wish it lives on

I want to make it clear

To the ear that can hear

Assemble under the odum tree

Let me vomit the choke

That’s eats up the throat

I want to be free

I want to exist without fear

And quench all oppressors

With the pride of myself

I won’t hide my zeal

If you still trembling

To voice out and stand out

My quill has got all

I feel like scribing

My quill inking bloodily

When the night wakes

And every man slumbers

Our street shiver with fear

Suckers stroll its beach

Uninvited careless strangers

They mercilessly ambush

Leaving parents childless

Making children orphans

If I cannot say anything

My quill has it all

I fill like scribing

To skillfully weave

A wreath on the heart of men

That withers not

And do fade neither

If you has got guts

Let’s spill the bean

Let justice hoist as our flag

Let guilty face the music

Freedom to the feminine

Let them grow without inferiority

Let them exist as free beings

Let the predator fall into its trap

Let him bleed regret

Who has got the breath

To pour life into men?

If can’t say anything

My quill has got all