With this pen I break down walls
With this pen I hear His calls
With this pen I then release
Fantasies of World Peace…
Will they always be a dream?
Probably to those who seem
To advocate our human flaws
And never take the time to pause
To think about this coming Age
Or think about this learning stage
Where Humanity is seen as One
If Humanity would see what’s done
And so I write to free my mind
A deeper Truth is left to find
A mental war, with this as my mission
A weapon that needs no ammunition…
… with this pen
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 9:07 AM UTC
With this pen I break down walls
With this pen I hear His calls
With this pen I then release
Fantasies of World Peace…
Will they always be a dream?
Probably to those who seem
To advocate our human flaws
And never take the time to pause
To think about this coming Age
Or think about this learning stage
Where Humanity is seen as One
If Humanity would see what’s done
And so I write to free my mind
A deeper Truth is left to find
A mental war, with this as my mission
A weapon that needs no ammunition…
… with this pen
© D. A. Koroma, July 12, 2010
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