Stronger than chisels which carve out the rock,
More mighty than armies which march over land,
Beyond the voices of shame and mock,
Held in the grip of a master’s hand.
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Tool of governments and weapon of men,
Instrumental in establishment, partaker in ruin,
Distasteful yet cherished in places when,
The centre of intrigue and loyalty hewn.
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Whose ink like a river has paved out the course
For history and science throughout all time,
Channeling and flowing with persistent force,
Yet smooth and serene in each little rhyme.
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Clenched by the mightiest, grasped by the weak,
Mastered in art by only the great;
It’s wisdom and knowledge all men did seek,
And strength in the power to communicate.
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From authors of history to published accounts,
To rhymes and verses and dramas of fame,
Each day its accomplishments always surmount
In words of which not one is the same.
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So I hold it, gripped firmly in hand,
Underrated in strength and power when
The maze of my thoughts lays at its command,
My steadfast servant and friend, the pen. ”
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”Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed with both.”
Daniel Handler
“A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.”
J. R. R. Tolkien
“I can always live by my pen.”
Jane Austen
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