The Pilot

How much pen is in this ink?
Thousands upon thousands of words,
numbers, pictures, letters and dreams.
The signatures of great men and women, like their words, inscribed
and never forgotten.
A tool for the masses, yet
some masses fell,
to the power of the pen and the ink in the well.

How much paper within these lines;
These lines that hold words like bars in a free man's cell.
Words free as speech and astounding to hear,
the words that are caught haven't any fear.
They don't tremble or wave goodbyes to tomorrow,
They don't stop to give way to anger or sorrow.
They work through the day and well into the night,
bringing hope to those who are in need of some light.

Speak now Pilot! Sail these words home.
Bring Freedom her voice!
With all of our words
She will never be alone.

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