Scwhaaaa! in stops, comma's and spaces it cuts
Oozing crimson, blue and black blood
In its wake mortals lie dead
Death to a million uninformed minds
Freeing a billion more from shackles of ignorance
When wielded by a Knight
It is a shelter to the hungry child
It is a shield of Justice for the lowly widow
It uplifts the long forgotten and downtrodden
And however LONG suppressed
Like the sure promise of dawn birthing light
The sword always trounces
A dictators worst nightmare
A politicians nemesis
Many a false preachers foe
A liars Waterloo
A shady tycoons Achilles heel
This sword IS, when justly wielded
This PEN is.
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