Not with a blade
Nor with blood on my hands
But with wisdom
And compassion
May I be tyranny’s end
With poetry and prose
With the ink and the rose
With an inkling to know
Just and unjust
Right from wrong
May I be tyranny’s end
With love
Not a bullet
No bombs to blow through it
No glass shattered or metal disfigured
This is what I figured
May a revolution of words
Be tyranny’s end
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
Not with a blade
Nor with blood on my hands
But with wisdom
And compassion
May I be tyranny’s end
With poetry and prose
With the ink and the rose
With an inkling to know
Just and unjust
Right from wrong
May I be tyranny’s end
With love
Not a bullet
No bombs to blow through it
No glass shattered or metal disfigured
This is what I figured
May a revolution of words
Be tyranny’s end
