Oft it has been repeated, time and time again,
Words themselves can do no justice to the power of the pen!
Kingdoms to be kept or sundered
To the whims and wishes of men
But their deeds fair and foul forever
Enshrined, by the seemingly tiny pen!
All earthly power, all the pelf and might
Cannot hold its own against
The humble black and white
Fiery speeches to rouse brethren
Gentle words of care
Sweet songs, tradition and justice
Would they survive anywhere?
If not for the written word
Which sees them through storm and strife
Their speakers may die a thousand deaths,
But the words, they remain alive!
Who can imagine the puny pen,
Laying waste, the mighty sword
But such is the power commanded
By the written word!