The Weaponby Mai Venn Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

My pen is like a silver blade.
I use it in my life long trade,
For words can stir a crowd.
Spoken softly or spoken aloud.

My pen is the weapon of my choice.
It gives me the means to have a voice.
A revolutionary woman they said I am.
What's right for the tiger is right for the lamb?

To amend what is wrong to what is right.
It's worth the challenge and merits the fight.
So on go I to battle, in my hand, my tiny pen.
Big baboons may oppose me now and then.

My ammunitions are wise words and truth.
So I aim my pen and I am ready to shoot.
On to the line, straight as if I can't wait,
If I go to a quick rhyme,I can't be late.

Down onto paper the account to convey.
Verse after verse,I have somewhat to say.
A poem or a ballad a tune or a song.
Something for all to say or sing along.