Treasure Island

James Waters

(3/5/1967 / San Antonio Texas)

Pen Battle


It started with a thought
A pen and a blank page
Slowly the ink flowed
And released my hidden rage

For here on these pages
My mind is free to speak
Here there is no fear
My words strong, not weak

My pen strikes a blow
On all that is evil and wrong
Stabs at humanity
While they squeal and scream their song

Here I wage my pen battle
I’m the master of my war
Here I fight intolerance
Racism, abuse and more

And when the ink has dried
The dead and wounded lie at my feet
The war finally won
By my thought, my pen, and a single blank sheet

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2008
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