Some say the pen is mightier than the sword
but a sword can silence a pen-holder’s tongue.
I do not wish to be a martyr for any cause
only a voice for peace, equality, justice;
my ink is the milk of human kindness
the blood of those lost to greed and war
the tears of those silenced and maimed;
my pen is a staff of compassionate outrage
a banner held high for the higher-ups to heed;
words have the power to tyrannize or transform
I know the pen-holder always has a choice:
be a citizen of the world
in service to all that is liberating and true
or a soldier of isms and ideologies;
when your hands embrace death and destruction
you can’t dance in the arms of hope.
Mary this is a beautiful and brilliant analogy!