Let these words form a story
Allow them to call and respond
To the heavens
To yell their worth through the atmosphere
Let them demand the respect inherent
To a grandiose epic
There is power
In lines
In words
When drafted into a great army
They can bring hope
Or flourish the lack thereof
They can break the strong
And mend the weak
They steal from the rich
And give to the poor
They are hero and villain
They hold their own prejudices
Their own biases
They are strikingly human
As human as the lips that birth them