The pen is my sword

Parchment, my ally

And I rush into discord

Slashing down lies

My enemy is the world

My savior, strong words

And I lie in bed curled

Caressing my sword

Who’s to say I’m weak

If I trade blade for ink

My words maybe bleak

But I’m a many-world link

Who will they believe

The man holding a gun

Unwelcome, he leaves

And soon starts to run

Language conquers quarrels

People conquer man 

It’s the peaceful rebels

That have the upper hand

As dawn approaches

I shine my blade

Now to battle roaches

And run through the glade

So, beware the pen

And the trusty leaves

In seconds I can

Change the world’s beliefs