My pen reveals my heart,
it tells about my feelings and
concernds for the people,
it explains how unhappy my
soul is,
when billions of people on earth
suffer in the midst of plenty,
my pen complains about
how collective wealth or
world's commonwealth
is apportioned and shared
by very few.
Daily, my pen cries when
preventable diseases kill
millions,
majority lack portable water,
man-created wars displace
tens of millions,
while millions are slaughtered.
My pen shouts about corruption
in government,
greed in commerce and business,
bigotry in the so-called world religions.
My pen complains about evils
in human society-
hate, racism, inequalities,
social and economic injustices.
My pen has become a trumpet
most people love to hate
for the truth,
it bears,
preaches, and
heralds.
Whichever way,
my pen will always be
that horn,
which carries messages to
the people,
either wanted or NOT.