Wordsword

They cut, they jab, they pierce, they cripple
Wars have been won and lost
By their effectiveness
Because battles need a cause
And the effect by and by
What victory is gained, when the result is lost?

 

But what if the cause were to encourage relief
And instead of giving death, giving it life?
That is a cause worthy of action,
Acting and lifting instead of lifting reaction
Beauty is born, when born to the ears, from the ears
To the heart, and from the heart to the tears.
Erasing the strife and jabs and cuts and defeats

 

They cut, they jab, they pierce, they teach, they inspire, they testify
A sword I am not because of my S
If you cannot see me for who I am, you are blind

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