Swords Alone, Can Not Rule A Nation Poem by Briana Knight

So loudly you let your pain be so seen.
Ignoring all together the allure of a simple pen and paper.
I, however, utilize the blankness of a sheet. Beautifing it with letters that forms words which makes sentences. And that! That which is fascinating is more than capable to pierce the hearts of those who are willing to listen. Notice, I did not say 'hear', but 'listen'. Take it in and apply it to the very core of your mind and the wheels of your heart. Inhale that whitch is magnificent and exhale immaculate power! Power to grab the attention of those who the world think insignificent. Power to snatch the hearts of those who hold political control. The power to grant a smile to the down and out and yank the Joy from deep within the sorrowful and throw it amoungst the people for all to behold. The purest form of Power. And all this can come from a blank sheet of paper, a quiet ginenus with a burning in her soul holding a pen. Power comes from greatness! Swords alone can not win a war nor rule a nation! No, no, you must stir the hearts of the solders and breathe sight into the noble men. For without words there is no vision, without vision there is no leadership and without leadership there is no Nation.