I'm about to stop poetry; pen down

For I thought I could change the world

With an ink

Scribble all the bad, ugly
And even that cheese

From that morning of pink

Tea to yield a runny bowel

But I guess the cosmos is more than that

The good get the needles and the bad a mat

To lay that head of calamity

Now I rest my pen; and leave it to a higher entity

Maybe God or the big bang

At the end the pen is mightier than the sword.

WORDS WAR II


Changing the world with the ink

Scripting out the baddies

And leaving the eye of hatred pink

Of a certainty even the Nazis

Had they done violence but with the pen

****** could have been like unto the Mighty Shakespeare

And his “Romeo and Juliet”, the Jews and the Americans

World war two could have been words war two

Could have thrown punchlines instead of Bomb cans

I’m sure the germans would have lost that one too

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