The Psalm Of A Griot

by Baba Olutunde Olufemi

On my knees I plead,

my eyes to lift

and my empty soul to feed

with this prayer I send

to the master above.

Asking humbly to direct my pen

so heavenly commands

could be heard

over the seas and the lands

where grief be so vile

to corrupt the heart

and steal the beautiful smiles

of the young and innocent.

So that they will know

a concerned spirit has been sent.

And if it be that my pen

shall dry of its ink.

Allow me to carry the message to men

in the chambers of my heart

like a toast master

dedicated to the cause of his art,

feeling resolved to strive and pursue

my calling...

to show you, my God what I desire to do.

The Psalm Of A Griot by Baba Olutunde Olufemi

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