Our words can be
A weapon
But my pen will never be
Mightier than the sword
Guns may be
Bombs, arrows, tanks and
It all leads to death
And I understand
The world is crumbling
When all I can see is that
Sense-
Less
People make
Children hold guns and
Abuse is overlooked.
Money
Is
Power
Terrorism is hushed because
They are a minority
Others want to make a difference but
Nobody will listen
Because, after all,
I can't change the world
With only my pen
(Read this again, but backwards)
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A Collection of Poetry Vol. I
PoetryA collection of previous poetry written by me, left the way it was when I discovered it. There are no specific genres or forms to these.
