SCEPTRE OF LETTER - Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi


Carve it in lines,
Not in marble;
Sceptre of letters,
Shaper of worlds.

Paint it in gold,
Not in silver;
Sculpture of the sun,
Giver of light.

Keep it yet aflight,
O spirits of winds,
This dove of peace
Must never be caged.
Quench but not, blower of air,

This flaming fire, insight of truth. 


(For prof. Segun Adekoya) 

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