The Pen

The pen is mightier than the sword

Though it breaks bones, and the word

Lingers in the air with care

To destroy the sensitive souls who stare

Ignorant about the control which in the whole

Is what attacks are all about the goal

Being some taste or grasp of power.

And from some tower the commenter glower,

Because words do not harm anybody

—just the psyche

Now I raise my pen in the library

To contribute my declarations on the situation.

A pawn in chess throws a bead upon my chest

Well you may already know the rest.

The bullet’s eloquence covered the page

With an argument made in rage.

Convincingly made clear the problem

Conveniently the speaker was born rotten.

I offered a drowned rebuttal in my blood

Which soaked the paper with unintelligible language

Though it was obvious to me a heart felt plea.

To everyone to realize bullets destroy all in the path

Of the lunatics wrath but alas

I bled out before I could finish writing.