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True to The saying “The pen is mightier Than the sword” To your enemies Deep-cutting and Mask-divesting Were every  of Your  acerbic satire, also Bitter-truth packed word. “To ignore His pen we ill afford Nor could we Fight him back Word for word. So covertly Let us Strike him  down With a sword About his whereabouts Effacing a word!” they said Forgetting As a writer Baalu Was worth his weight In gold, Whose books strangely In large numbers sold Though some of them, To gut down, They did try to hoard. For want of A photocopy machine then Many were happy To distribute A hand-written copy. Deep when you think, Your pen when you pick With it loud to speak, Your subjects used to jump Out of their skin Scared of a basilisk! Your pen On your characters' neck A pain Was haunting their brain! Yes your pen Was their bane! Dust to dust You and also your enemies With their sword Had hopped on Death's bandwagon Yet your pen Surfing back The tide of time Resurfaces again.
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
Use not a sword for a word
True to The saying “The pen is mightier Than the sword” To your enemies Deep-cutting and Mask-divesting Were every  of Your  acerbic satire, also Bitter-truth packed word. “To ignore His pen we ill afford Nor could we Fight him back Word for word. So covertly Let us Strike him  down With a sword About his whereabouts Effacing a word!” they said Forgetting As a writer Baalu Was worth his weight In gold, Whose books strangely In large numbers sold Though some of them, To gut down, They did try to hoard. For want of A photocopy machine then Many were happy To distribute A hand-written copy. Deep when you think, Your pen when you pick With it loud to speak, Your subjects used to jump Out of their skin Scared of a basilisk! Your pen On your characters' neck A pain Was haunting their brain! Yes your pen Was their bane! Dust to dust You and also your enemies With their sword Had hopped on Death's bandwagon Yet your pen Surfing back The tide of time Resurfaces again.
To Bealu Girma Ethiopian writer and journalist detained on the covert and believed killed by the diabolic derg regime.No freedom of press and expressing ideas
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
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