An Ode to Non-Violence
There is on this Earth
A weapon of immense power.
Whose material is crafted in a common hearth,
And causes men of any size to cower.
Its wielder can cut down all who oppose,
Whom the weapon hurts, it couldn’t care less.
The strokes of its blade leave a trail of liquid rose;
It is an object of cruel kindness.
Entire nations it can birth or destroy,
The blade can take life, but cannot give.
It can force a mother from her boy,
Or destroy a man’s will to live.
Truly limitless is its potential,
But there is a question we must ponder.
Knowing the weapon’s name is an essential,
The pen or the sword, I wonder?
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A little brain teaser that I like to leave up for interpretation.