It is a small slender stick.
It feels round, hard and smooth.
It dances and rolls when it's dropped.
It really has no taste or smell.
It gives voice to our thoughts.
It's needed by freedom fighters,
but it's feared by tyrants.
It immortalizes our thoughts.
It keeps our fingers limber.
It's cylindrical with a pointy tip,
But, basically, it's just a stick.
*I hope this passes for a Character Poem.
I've never written one before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem