A POET TELLS NO LIES (POEM) His quill is divine And his voice is godly Vile is never synonymous with his tongue Neither does deceit gush out from his mouth. He is more eloquent than a chief priest that hears from the gods Because when his quill speaks, fire comes out And the gods wake up from their slumber to give rapt attention For a voice from the Great Deity has a message. He sees no white and calls it black Neither does he pay evil for good He is a Jurist without a judicial hammer But his quill sounds louder than a Monday hammer. He is a sacred cow that defiles all rituals The gods honour him and don’t even cross his boundary Because when they become humans in their deeds He dares them for a war with his quill. A poet tells no lies Even if a whip is brandished at his face But if he later changes and calls black white Know that Armageddon is no longer a mirage. ©Francis Onwuchuruba (02/09/2017) Twitter @Francisdpoet