GOD UPON PEN

Dancing at all time,

When it's at hand of an icon

That do without an iota of piece.

Obstacle of the days

Will be share at night in the hand of mind,

Where feelings shape a size.

Jingling of the jungle jeopardize

When hearing move not in the brain,

But, from above the mind thinking.

People of the day think of being an Oracle,

But, no one does not to the standard,

Where catastrophes become a usual visitor

That knock at all time for entrance.

Just because I've been chosen as the god.

The god upon pen,

Then, the door of challenges is opened for me.

Authored by

OLADITI TAOFEEK

A.K.A

SIR DITTY

THE ORACLE