War Of Words
War Of Words
These hands were meant for writing
And writing shall continue
One of these days these hands
Will write words black on white paper
Spilling the whole truth
Like can of worms let loose
These hands were meant for writing
Not just about birds, bees and woes
One of these days these hands
Will write about injustices
Corrupted souls inflicted on
The hapless pressed under their shoes
These hands were meant for writing
Prayers of forgiveness to renew
Minds messed up and screwed
One of these days these hands
Will lie folded bound with prayer beads
But the war of words will not fade
Forever continue
Thus let hands be instruments
To spread peace, love, expose wrongdoings
For that's what hands are meant to do