Armed with pen and ink
Mind that blinks with wit
Time and space the limit
Venting poison the vermin
Searching the souls and hearts
Healing the wounds and bruises
Though pricking with agitation
With emotions that will kill
Poetry the vehicle of vengeance
Poetry the treasure of wisdom
Its life spanning evolution
Its voice smoothing like oil
That anointed kings of empires
Poetry the mother of all arts
Poetry the song of war
Its prowess the sword that kills
Its melody without a parallel
With poets the pain in the flesh
Their poetry the gift of time
Poetry the universal vessel
Its seats the comfort of aliens
Despite the turbulence and siege
With life the precious choice
Poetry the heart of hearts
With trumpets that bellows
Up the hills and down the valleys
Across seas and oceans of dreams
Poetry transcends boundaries
Poetry magical and universal
By Kaaya Shilia
AICC-ARUSHA
kaayashilia@hotmail.com