I shed tears of ink For the voiceless. I am the only link To the hopeless.
For the poor I scribble In love and solidarity, to highlight the struggle and do an anthem of poverty.
For the poor and marginalized, I speak power to the validity, I bring awareness for those victimized to quench the thirst of brutality.
I can flow like a mighty fountain In the face of mistreatments. I crawl valleys and climb a mountain In times of impediments.
I can leak useful information In the cause of injustice. I can write a memo for a demonstration On behalf of disgruntled masses.
I am the defibrillator of broken hearts and the hope of the downtrodden. I can write love poems and draw arts Just to motivate and embolden.
I have signed many peace treaties, and declarations of independence. I have been used to get properties And I have been used for vengeance.
I am the weapon of choice for intellectuals and the shield of protection against violence. I am the stamp of instant rebuttals and the glitch of terrestrial intelligence.