Sharpening My Pencil Poem by Irene Bitter
Sharpening My Pencil
I’m sharpening my pencil,
Or maybe, I’m sharpening my tongue,
While the hooligans are sharpening
Their knives and their swords,
I’m sharpening my pencil because,
The pencil is my weapon,
And the bullets are my words,
Words can sometimes hurt
More than bullets of course,
I’m preparing for an opinion war,
Rhyming is my curse!
a grt write. pencil is the mightiest sword or more than any powerful weapon. only this weapon can defeat all evils of life.
'The pencil is my weapon, And the bullets are my words, Words can sometimes hurt More than bullets of course.' Certainly! But... Who Are You Preparing Against?
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4/16/2024 8:16:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Irene. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.