The weight of pen in hand, that mighty sword

Whose bold deft strokes can carve a message grand,

And forge a country’s very will with words

Then sign a writ whereby a wretch be hanged;

A nation’s history loftily enshrined—

A proclamation that can set men free—

A drafted law to have a race confined—

And now a note to come to toast and tea.

Command the words of God in iron gall—

Or etch proud statements reverenced on the moon—

Or challenge in stout words, a tyrant tall—

Then crafts a verse to make a lover swoon.

What power dwells in but a simple pen…

To shape the fate and folly found in men.

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