If my pen, merit a sword..
I would slash a world of peace.
And if my heart… bleeds worth of love…
It’s my brothers love I seek.
 
And if my life, a salvaged soul?
Then let that soul be blessed
To understand the world controlled
Control that shall not rest.
 
For every sword in battle lost..
To men who reap such honor..
Destruction of a wife or child…
Leaves no grace of God upon him..
 
Lay down your steel, your blade, your blast
For peace shall witness this…
If pen could fight for world of calm
I’d  pray  my life for this…
 
No King, Nor Prince, nigh  Beast or warrior
Will rule before your God.
The world sees many different ways
Of cultural façade…
 
But understand the written word
Shall not begot in vain…
For Peace shall live inside our hearts
His message will remain.

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