the sword
might be
mightier than the pen
but the man with the sword
can take care of
the man with the pen
intimately with impunity
posthumous ex nihilo
yet when the blood dries
inks black ghosts will remain
as the steel grows rusts
Specter thoughts never wane
for the sword is weaker
then her mightier sister:
words, are survivors
and the ultimate victor
the legacy of the pen
will outlasts deaths hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for this very inspiring poem. True, 'words, are survivors and the ultimate victor', and 'the legacy of the pen will outlast death's hand'.