The pen is mightier than the sword
But yet, hold that thought, till you’ve sliced
A finger with the vegetables,
And then scream other wise 🙂
All said and done,
The written word, and the spoken word
They are the true weapons
For while a sword just wounds
And bleeds, and threatens and coaxes
And blackmails, and supresses…
The pen, it nudges, quickens hearts
Wounds the soul, after slipping under the skin
Great pain, it wreaks, with no blood spilled
Majesties move, then and rulers crumble
The cowards, with the swords, they flee the word
Or hack the word’er’ to stem the flow…
But does that stop anything?
No no, for the word,
It moves Mountains
That come to the Mohammed
The word, it eases closed doors open
And builds a shield no sword can ever slice!
It heals as nothing can, and gouges too,
A lot worse that that sword can!
So, if that word be all powerful
Should not it rule, and not the sword?
If you ask that, my dear
Know this, the sign of the times
You have NOT read…
The Words my dear,
They do , DO rule
Else you would not be here
Neither would I
Nor would the worst terrorist
Fear those, more, those
Who read, and love the word.
That’s why, you see,
When words strike you
And you need to share…
What do you say?
And words are all I have
Warbled the famous singer
Wordlessly, I concur 😀
On this penultimate post,
Having slogged, slaved,
But enjoyed it so much
Knowing that even a
Like this rambler
Is able to read
Greet, and meet
(yeah, yeah, yeah, one more post to go!)
Only because of
28 February, 2015
Day#27 in #RamblingsInFebruary 🙂 Well, penultimate … always creates that anticipation- work about to be completed, or reaching the top!