Some say the sword is power
For it defends till the core.
To fight fire with fire
Injures the other till sore.
But to wield the sword wrongly,
May yield a dire consequence -
You might vanquish one strongly
Without truth's provenance.
Some say the pen has its might
For it makes but civil strokes.
In fighting fire, kill the light
And not trigger it with stokes.
But douse ink in other's sheets
Won't get the message clear.
It might just attack the feats
And leave the good with a smear.
The wise would pick either tools
Regardless of what some say.
For the wise knows which rules
As a weapon any day.
The wise would say "it depends
Which weapon sends the message -
Either one can make amends,
So choose wisely and manage."
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