The Hand That Knows Poem by Randy McClave

The Hand That Knows

The pen isn't mightier than the sword
In any task, form or accord,
The sword brings both agony and death
It brings forth blood and ends breath.
The pen doesn't win battles and wars,
And they're never held by gladiators

Swords don't ever write poetry
For all to enjoy and to hear and see,
Pens create dreams and beliefs with words
More numerous than the flying birds.
A sword does not and will not write,
They are used to fight.

Mighty is the hand that knows
When either the sword, or the pen should be chose.

Randy L. McClave

Sunday, April 7, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: battles
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Randy McClave

Randy McClave

Ashland, Kentucky
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