PEN!

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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. 

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. 

”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

Beyond What’s Spoken

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