Sharpie,
Bic,
HB,
Faber Castell.
Gun or rifle,
Shoot or wait.
Hold the trigger
Or get ready to Aim.
Calligraphy or drawing
What shall I choose?
Felt tips or colouring pencils
It's anybody's choice.
Army or dictator.
Live or die.
Fate lies forth in
Our dictator's hand.
Letter of complaint
Or Biography.
Novel or poem
I shall write.
Words,
Letters,
Sentences,
Speeches.
A fight
For one's life
From the inevitable
Out of oblivion.
To a world of
Where hope
Is second nature
To all.
If only a pen could
perform the opposite
To the dangers
of a gun.
Where by words
Guns would fall
forth from expectant
soldiers.
Where language
speaks the words
Of peace and wisdom
To open ears.
All shall be led
To a paradise
Where speech
and words
Shall replace
hatred in a land
Where love is
All.
Hands shall grip
Those of friends
Not of guns
For foe.
As my hand holds
This pen as a soldier
His gun. I know we have
A choice.
The pen
Or the gun.
Your choice
My life.
