Prose – Sword and Ink


– Sword and Ink –

They say a true shield draws no blood,
yet behind that shield,
we cannot stop the tides of those
who would batter their being against us,
sullying our brightness with their words of war,
stealing away our pleasant memories
and writing in their place for us a darker future.

I am the ink of that memory,
I am the blood of your history.
I will break free of this sycophants’ scripture
to spill my words upon the pages of the world.
If the pen shall be my sword,
then let me attack in volumes.