Sword and Pen

    Lay down your sword,
    And pick up your pen
    For it is with the word
    That we shall win.
    For the sword is finite,
    Only part of the plan.
    Words are infinite
    On those we shall stand.
    The sword is harsh and quick.
    It works upon this land.
    Wielded by the blind and the sick.
    Put aside your anger,
    And open your hand
    Heed the danger,
    And heal this land.
    But not as a stranger
    Take up your pen
    And write the words
    Only then will we win
    This war of worlds.

    - Hypheròs


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