Pluckers of the fruit of poeTREE by Poetic Samurai #WOWAfrica

Hear this, O ye pluckers of the fruit of  poeTREE!
When your pen pants to write 
Let it release words arranged aright
Let it birth words to give wings for flight
Flight above man made madness that inhabits this earth full of frights
Horrible hullabaloos and plights.
break your words down
So they don’t break you down 
Dont think a word is too small
Don’t be the painter of your own fall
 
Hear this, O ye pluckers of the fruit of poeTREE!
You are teachers, tutoring the world to tread truth’s lane
You train the mind to mind the train
Be not profane
Let your words Wax not wane 
So your brain won’t be your bane
 
Hear this, o ye pluckers of the fruit of  poeTREE
Alliterate your alliterations
To alter utterances that can cause caustic altercations
When metamorphosing metaphors think of mightier forces 
That are on evil courses
 
Hear this, O ye pluckers of the fruit of poeTREE!
You are punsters
Your mouth smooches word bangers
That make the heads of listeners go gaga
But please pun each words well so they don’t punish you.
Remember “Nigeria jagajaga”
And the end of the saga
Some words are like dagger
If you mother them, they will murder you.
 
Hear this, O ye pluckers of the fruit of poeTREE!
Let your words grow wings and fly high cutting across borders, ethnicities, race, religion
Let it stab the stomach of social vices and cut the cuticle of corruption. 
Let your words give hope to the hopeless
And wings to the wingless.
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