A pen.

It has an imaginative might to describe,

Yet be careful, it could get sarcastic,

A perilous death sentence signed to deprive.

It beholds a power a law to approve,

You get blackmailed,or vaguely bribed

And the stagnant merchandise gets moved.

It possesses the sharpest tongue to contempt,

Venomous verses flow in repulsion

And the saints get belittled,too late to resent.

It owns a strength to guild,to turn you rich,

But a puny, minutest arrogance

Can thrust you homeless in a filthy ditch.

It gives a poet and a writer a tool to create

And a beauty yearning reader gets seduced,

Building a slumberland in an illlusory state.

I lift my lamp behind the golden door,

Sighed the Lady, burning a signature witha torch,

Inviting the huddled masses to the shore even more.

And wise is a man who`s afraid of a pen.

A hasty decision,an unnoticed line,

Had sent plague and riots, beheading thousands of men.

And if you are not convinced of your mind,or how to spell

Better avoid treaties,pens and seals,

This armistice could send your parents,or even nations to the hell.

Jurcix,2009