How do we inspire?

Some people say I inspire, but Im just a man.
I see the erroneous world, but I have no plan.
I just speak about the wrongs, but dont know how to fight.
I guess the pen gives people a hope for right.

I wish I had the courage to battle on,
Face my enemies and bring in a new day’s dawn.
But in my mind, I see my death as the only conclusion
Because our worldy powers eliminate all intrusions.

So I say to myself; use the pen to avoid being dead.
Because you cant make change when the sword fells your head.
I just feel like this is an iferior way of crusade.
Against a tyrant world that makes mankind feel betrayed.

Almost everyone I know feels the same in their heart,
But how does one, convince the population to take part?

2 responses

  1. I agree about the significance and power of the pen! 😀 This is a great poem, but it would be better if you correct the typos like missing apostrophes. Do forgive me if it happens to be your personal style of writing! >_<


    July 17, 2015 at 3:38 pm

    • Ah it’s kind of like a rough draft on here. I just scribble (we’ll pound some keys) and hit enter. Rarely do I have time to correct stuff or proof read it haha.


      August 28, 2019 at 7:08 pm

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